Frivolity.
Today was today. So many emotions again it's hard to keep balance, but we're moving forward. We'll get there.
I can't seem to write anymore. I've reached another dead end that no amount of pastel colour and gorgeousness can push through, and it's starting to sink me. I miss the flow and I miss the fluidity. I want to write again.
Limits are so surreal. I'm doing things I told myself I wouldn't. But if I know when to stop then it's okay(?).
I can't seem to write anymore. I've reached another dead end that no amount of pastel colour and gorgeousness can push through, and it's starting to sink me. I miss the flow and I miss the fluidity. I want to write again.
Limits are so surreal. I'm doing things I told myself I wouldn't. But if I know when to stop then it's okay(?).