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I've been having a lot of trouble writing just about anything lately. There is a certain honesty that comes with writing, that I can't just seem to face. The worst part is I know that if I'm not writing honestly I shouldn't be writing at all. It's strange that I can give such honest real world advice to others and can't stand to even peek at the truth of my self. There are some harsh realities about being me that I know but would rather not view on paper. There is something so set in stone about ink on paper to me.
I have so much to say, so much to get out there, so many ideas and yet I am to afraid to get them down.
Fuck.
I have so much to say, so much to get out there, so many ideas and yet I am to afraid to get them down.
Fuck.