Not a lot
So, I’m just going to type and see what ends up written. Probably not a lot. It’s been a slow day, a dull day. I’m really uneasy, nervous, actually. I just can’t relax, and I know why. Much of why. Most of why. I could type it, right now, I could, but I don’t feel like I can. I’m too scared to be completely honest, I can at least admit that much. I’m nervous because of something, and I’m scared to be honest about the whys, which makes me more scared, because I used to be able to write anything. Anything. It was easy. Now, I’m scared to write the anythings.
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