I was going to write a book, but I couldn’t fit my pencil through the door.
I was going to give a shit, but I couldn’t fit it in my book.
No pencil. No book.
Insecurity. Fear. An umbrella of ego.
I was going to write a book, but I couldn’t fit my pencil through the door.
I was going to give a shit, but I couldn’t fit it in my book.
No pencil. No book.
Insecurity. Fear. An umbrella of ego.