I sat down today to write. Then I decided that I should probably build a playlist. Then I ended up distracted by the thoughts that the playlist created. So I mostly ended up staring at an open document terrified that I was going to screw the whole thing up.
haven't written in more than a week. I needed the break and I needed
to do other things, but I was really looking forward to getting back to
it. It's interesting how life can look at you and just be like, "No."
But I will be writing later tonight. It's burning inside and I have to let it out.
I guess I have to get my thoughts in order just a little bit first. I have to put some things away and take out others.
I'm starting here. It feels like the beginning.
spent a good amount of my life being afraid of beginnings. Beginnings
signified that something had ended. And endings... I don't like
I won't let you stop me again.
I have worth.
Endings are simply regenerations.
Watch me run.