I can't focus enough to read, sorry. From what I have you seemed to have considered what you were saying too much instead of letting it live itself. Like you were under something. Under conventions. I'd prefer if it didn't make sense as easily... it takes too many words to form something, too long for that something to me )be) composed in my mind.
It could, and probably just is me. I'll have another try, I have distractions of covid19 and how to end it weighing on me, anything that strays from that is like killing me. Not related to love or... tragedy, something, lost it. The guilt of lives lost as I am unable to do something isn't there either, but that's a short and... devoid of life story not worht sharing.
Hash criticism ("Kill yourself"/"go ahead" (said I could die happy from something and wrote them a story)) from tism helped me. Important not to rest on your laurels, or make something beyond where it's perfect. Everything should be a kind of ending, a happy ever after for what's in there.
Not happy, but suiting. Full of possability but where a witch goes unwritten ready for you to write it. Carried on by other minds, but always for them to go to what they want to, the rest possabilities. Lots of wonderous posabilities the most suiting real.
AKMRH
