I can't even be proud of myself ever, because no matter what I do, that version of myself stares back at me every where I go, and the two people who never judged me or rejected me were my grandparents, and they're dead.
Not to be bitter, but I just want to say I actually think it's bullshit that the three chapters of Book of Merthur I've finished writing are not editing themselves quietly in the background while I finish up a fourth* and final chapter.