Just when I have both the mojo and topic to craft out a proper post - the clock shows 3.13am on a Monday morning.
Rebellious Becca would stay up and keep writing.
But the same Becca has grown up and started weighing responsibilities.
Though emotionally I would love to keep on writing - but rationality asked me to go to bed.
This responsibility thing that comes with being an adult.
Geez.
It is slowly sanding off a lot of my source of happiness.
