I didn't think I'd win, and yet.
Maybe it's frustration with the last year, and all the disappointment it's brought, but on some level? I just...
don't want to write anymore.
Or at least not bother trying to publish. It's not worth it. I've got all the other aspects of my life to make me feel like shit; what's the point of paying for postage and entry fees for the privilege?
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