on chickening out.

I just spent four hours writing and editing and rewriting a post. Then I deleted it all thirty seconds ago. I'm fine. I just couldn't handle it. It was the writing that was cathartic. After I read it on the site, I couldn't leave it there for just anyone to read. Such honesty escapes me. Perhaps another time.

This was the photo that accompanied the post.

And now, exausted with nothing to show for it. I collapse.