I sat here for 4 hours trying to write for today.
I did write, I did publish, but I just took it down.
In the last post, I said that fear wasn’t going to hold me back. But I suppose it is.
The funniest thing is that the words I wrote, I can easily share but *I* am not ready to see them. Does that make sense?
Some things are just too special to risk, even with a teeny tiny bit of something that could be taken the wrong way. Because in my fucked up mess of a head, it would be.
Maybe you’ll see it one day. When I’m more sure of myself.
Today. What a day.