A Life Conflicted

I wrote a book. It’s lifeless in my computer, in my filing cabinet.

Just saw interview of Lady Gaga on CBS Sunday Morning where she is compelled to be the artist she is, even at the detriment that made her hate herself.

I’m hating myself now for living in fear and not allowing myself to propel to be the artist I feel inside of myself.

Numerous excuses, but still broken.