In the night
I used to pour my heart out here. I'd bear my soul, share my thoughts, chronicle my consciousness, but for whatever reason I just kind of... stopped.
I guess I got busy. I was traveling. Or I was in a relationship. Maybe Facebook happened. Or was living a life different from what I wanted to write about. Or... something.
And sometimes, once in a while, I'd come back and pour my heart out again. Maybe not "pour" so much as "blend up and throw against the page," or something like that. And I'd post it.
And then three to four minutes later, I'd delete it or make it private.
I'm not sure exactly when this happened, but I became more... embarrassable than I used to be. (I know that's not a word) More self-conscious, I guess? Or maybe I just started having more to be self-conscious about.
Something happened recently that's made me look back on the past ten years or so, and...
I guess I got busy. I was traveling. Or I was in a relationship. Maybe Facebook happened. Or was living a life different from what I wanted to write about. Or... something.
And sometimes, once in a while, I'd come back and pour my heart out again. Maybe not "pour" so much as "blend up and throw against the page," or something like that. And I'd post it.
And then three to four minutes later, I'd delete it or make it private.
I'm not sure exactly when this happened, but I became more... embarrassable than I used to be. (I know that's not a word) More self-conscious, I guess? Or maybe I just started having more to be self-conscious about.
Something happened recently that's made me look back on the past ten years or so, and...