sometimes i think, the inspiration for writing comes through the bad things.
i woke up this morning wanting to write. write write write.
and thinking...
the fact is, i don't know how to let people in. i don't know how to be a friend. i am isolated.
those things don't just go away over time. if anything, over the past few years and with everything i've had to deal with with my health, they've just gotten worse.
well, it should make for some interesting writing.
