"When will there be time?"

[shortfuseburnig]

I blame myself for not taking the time to write as much as I would like to. I really do. I claim that there just isn't any, and that my life is so busy and filled with things I need to do, but that is clearly a lie. I find myself feeling that whenever I am around other people, there is no time to write. But I could easily get up, walk into the other room, and take an hour - even a half an hour - and feel much better afterwards. I feel suffocated and exhausted by my own thoughts when I don't write. I need it, and it is a part of who I am. A great part of who I am. It comforts me, and levels out my anxiety. It makes me really happy.

I'm going to start taking advantage of all the time that I've convinced myself I don't have. I owe it to myself.

But for now, I'm tired.