She stared quietly at the notification for a moment before deciding that she felt well enough to deal with the drama that usually surrounded her everywhere she went, though at least this time it was on Facebook and not the usual endless barrage near her front door.
A former instructor, reading her just pouring out a bit of what was left of her soul and telling her she should return to writing. But why? It wasn't as though the good intentions behind those words were weighed with just how much her artistry had caused her pain in the course of her life - psychiatric wards, people bent on using her to feed their own egos, finally trying to embrace it leading her to lose the few people left she had grown close to. She was isolated, relatively quiet compared to who she'd been before now.
There was always that fear. She stood up from the laptop, in her living room as it always was, bottles for alcohol and sugar-based pop alike strewn about the room as she stepped into the kitchen to c