remember when this used to be great gobs of fun and i’d write all the time? yeah, those were good times, good times. not so much lately. not because i don’t love iwilldare.com but because i’m some sort of strange funk. i feel it shaking loose, i’m breaking free. i can tell, because there’s stuff inside of me bubbling to the top, things that need to get out. i’m starting to not fit inside my skin anymore, and that’s how i can tell.
there are things that i need to write, and i just haven’t because i’m afraid. or i’m still too busy tumbling them about and figuring them out in my mind. but i have to write them, i know i have to. because sometimes it feels like things haven’t fully happened until i’ve written about it.
i just need to get back to that place where i can do that. maybe after i clean my apartment.