The Gift & The Cursor: :Unfiltered Thoughts of a Moody Pisces

This here is raw emotion, not conveyed politely. A rare Gift of storytelling; please don't take it lightly. I once dumped all of my toxic thoughts into a pen and legal pad until I lost it. (And it felt like I lost all I had.) Found a couple pages recently, read over indecencies uneasily and typed up the pieces I could remember. Filled the lines in between in early '18 and promised myself I'd have it out before December. It took a year to face the fears that my peers might criticize me, but I have to use my talents more wisely. So, I organized my deepest thoughts into a hundred-something pages of riveting written portraits of my past ages. And at 80 words a minute, my Cursor spelled out nicely the feisty Unfiltered Thoughts of A Moody Pisces.