So i've been making sure my journal stays full of the status of my brain. The past few days are all jumbled up inside of it's pretty binds but, i guess it will eventually mean something to someone more than just me... hopefully... some day.
i can't believe i'm actually following through on a book. I've always flaked out on them but, i've always used false characters with no real qualities, only extentions of my own fucked up personality.
it never occured to me that i might actually be interesting enough to write about. It's nothing like the virtual pages you find here in my uncharming life, it's different when i know no one can see it. it's like stage fright but with words.
hopefully you can understand.
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