Late night thoughts
I miss writing. I miss writing stories that have a meaning to me and I miss writing my poetry. I mean, I could still write. I want to still write. But if I write, someone will see it. And then someone tells someone else. And so it goes. Then I start getting questioned.
Writing is a release. It's supposed to be cathartic. How can it be either when I'm afraid to do it because it might cause conflict. Hell, I take a risk just by putting this in here that something similar will happen.
I am tempted to start another account. It would be open. That would be easier then worrying about who's friended and who's not. I've been tempted for a couple years now. I just haven't done it. It hasn't gotten so bad that I need to. There is something in the back of my head that keeps telling me I should. It's not hard to ignore most days. I'm good at ignoring things. I've made that an art form.
I'm almost as good at that as I am at changing the subject.
Who knows. I am still undecided.
Writing is a release. It's supposed to be cathartic. How can it be either when I'm afraid to do it because it might cause conflict. Hell, I take a risk just by putting this in here that something similar will happen.
I am tempted to start another account. It would be open. That would be easier then worrying about who's friended and who's not. I've been tempted for a couple years now. I just haven't done it. It hasn't gotten so bad that I need to. There is something in the back of my head that keeps telling me I should. It's not hard to ignore most days. I'm good at ignoring things. I've made that an art form.
I'm almost as good at that as I am at changing the subject.
Who knows. I am still undecided.