The reason I write as often as I do is so that I don't go out like neglected cinders. I write not to impress anyone, just to reach out in the only way I can. And it's really motivating when I hear back from readers, whether they can relate to me or not.
I wonder if that sounds selfish, but
then I remind myself that I take a risk others aren't comfortable taking. Wearing my heart on my sleeve can be seen as weakness, naive. To anyone who doesn't know me, they'd think that right away. It disappoints me when they do, but it's their loss.
So far, I haven't offended anyone with my blatant truths, but it certainly hasn't been easy on friendships. I guess that honesty is an intimidating quality, which is a shame really. Something we all desire and we're not willing to take the step towards it. How are you ever going to make s'mores and share with eachother if you're too afriad of the fire?
Those are my thoughts.
...now I'm hungry
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