(no subject)
God. What should I even write in this. My mind is racing and I just can't seem to keep one thought straight in my mind. Well, I guess thats what it means by having a racing mind.
I wanna write. Writing used to be the only thing that could keep me sane. The only time I didnt feel judged for having the thoughts, feelings, emotions, and opinions that I have. The only time where whatever the fuck i wanted to could come out of my head, out of my heart, out of my fears, and I could just close the notebook and no one would ever know about it.
Fuck it. I cant do this shit anymore. Just fuck it.
I wanna write. Writing used to be the only thing that could keep me sane. The only time I didnt feel judged for having the thoughts, feelings, emotions, and opinions that I have. The only time where whatever the fuck i wanted to could come out of my head, out of my heart, out of my fears, and I could just close the notebook and no one would ever know about it.
Fuck it. I cant do this shit anymore. Just fuck it.