I write in cursive sometimes when I’m feeling emotional like this. I wish I could walk the beach, have the waves calm me down. I’ll probably just go to sleep after this.
I’ve been thinking a lot — surprise, surprise. Of course I’ve been questioning what I’m going to do, but I’m also questioning the direction I’m going in. My fight with being a writer. Writing’s hard. And being a writer goes against all I feel like I need to be stable. But without writing, how full could my life be?
I’ve been needing to talk to someone. I just don’t know who.
And I just can’t get out the words.