Words and writing use to always be this great outlet for me. I loved to write and rarely thought twice about what anyone else thought of it... but somewhere between high school and college I got tongue-tied. Now I re-think, check and back track. I'm not really sure why- the best part is I do it even in my personal journal that I know no one will ever pick up and read. I think I've got this idea in my head of what it means to be a person of depth and I so desperately want to be that I feel like I have to fit the mold.
Welp. today I'm done. I've never really been good at fitting into any mold- good or otherwise. So here goes nothing, hoping to backtrack into ramblings and thoughts, un-edited and without worry.