I never make mistakes. I thought I did one day, but I was mistaken.
laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night. I spent many a summer night doing this very thing with two of my cousins.laying in the grass, looking up at the starry night sky and laughing until we couldn't breath
I feel like this should be motivation as a writer. Don't stop simply because you aren't proud. Keep going because being proud is your goal.