No way in hell was I going to write about zebras. Zero was a far better choice for me… because, you see, I feel like a total zero.
I have zero motivation.
I have zero [offline] friends.
I have zero romance in my life.
I have zero cash in my wallet.
I have zero relief from my back pain.
I have zero will-power around left over Easter chocolate.
I have zero ability to write fiction or poetry.
I have zero confidence.
And I have zero hope that anything is going to change.
p.s.— I’m sorry I ended this challenge on such a downer. I’m overwhelmed by a terrible feeling inside me that I can’t tame. I think it’s slowly killing me. Kind of like having your heart carved out of your chest with a spoon.
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