​ He had disappointed himself more than anyone else.

That wasn't to say that he hadn't

disappointed others. The fact was that he had disappointed a lot of people who were
close to him. The fact that they were disappointed in him was something that made him
even more disappointed in himself. Yet here he was, about to do the exact same things
that had caused all the disappointment in the first place because he didn't know what
else to do.
​
​ It all started with a random letter. Several of those were joined forces to create a random
word. The words decided to get together and form a random sentence. They decided not
to stop there and it wasn't long before a random paragraph had been cobbled together.
The question was whether or not they could continue the momentum long enough to
create a random short story.
​
​ Barbara had been waiting at the table for twenty minutes. it had been twenty long and
excruciating minutes. David had promised that he would be on time today. He never
was, but he had promised this one time. She had made him repeat the promise multiple
times over the last week until she'd believed his promise. Now she was paying the price.
​
​ I haven't bailed on writing. Look, I'm generating a random paragraph at this very moment
in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will start writing
consistently again!
​
​ The shoes had been there for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, it was difficult
for anyone to come up with a date they had first appeared. It had seemed they'd always
been there and yet they seemed so out of place. Why nobody had removed them was a
question that had been asked time and again, but while they all thought it, nobody had
ever found the energy to actually do it. So, the shoes remained on the steps, out of place
in one sense, but perfectly normal in another.