(no subject)
it's been weird.
trying to think of things to write, wanting to write, feeling the urge to say something, even if just for myself.
but there is only silence.
perhaps its paranoia of what those who would read it would do.
perhaps its just self-doubt.
or maybe its just that situations are in too constant a level of chaos.
too difficult to tell.
trying to think of things to write, wanting to write, feeling the urge to say something, even if just for myself.
but there is only silence.
perhaps its paranoia of what those who would read it would do.
perhaps its just self-doubt.
or maybe its just that situations are in too constant a level of chaos.
too difficult to tell.