I feel stupid, I feel unable. I re-read, and re-read what I've written. More like an X factor sob story! So why the hell would this publication should pick me?
I want a witty opening line, but I want to be professional. Where does the balance and the mix of this lie? I think it over and over. I get frustrated. Skype my mum for support, she's a babe.
I get it, I do it. I'm happy. Last minute jitters, hit the send button and run.
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