I’m so sick of holding this in. I’m so sick of pretending that my life is currently heading in the direction I want it to. I feel like I haven’t been myself for so fucking long. I’m tired of this dry air, the and the chemicals that have become all to present in my life. Sometimes I just want to be completely selfish and get the hell out of this town. I want to focus on me. I feel as if I’ve lost sight of all of my dreams, and all of my talent. I used to be a pretty decent writer. I used to write all the time. It feels good to write again - to have a voice, however small and fleeting it might be.
I don’t want to resent you. I don’t. I promise. I’m just afraid, I might.