15. October. 2011

Abbie said I should write things down.
So I am trying to do as she says, since she is a wise soul.
But writing things down isn't as simple as it once was and I'm not sure why.
Maybe because I'm not as brave these days.
Maybe because I don't like the idea of seeing my thoughts and worries and FEAR on paper
and having to face the fact that they are real.

I'm sad tonight.
And I'm trying to be strong but I feel like a pansy and a needy, lost, confused soul who
once was something quite beautiful and rare and coveted after. . .
And who somehow became an insecure and desperate shadow of what once was.