Here We Go

I need to start writing again. It's just so hard to do it when i have so much other crap going on in my life. But i guess i need to make time for it. Writing was something that kept me sane. It was something that kept me going, and for the most part, made me look at the brighter side of things. It brought out the inner emotions, and lets face it, it's what made me me. Some days i wonder where it all went, why i just stopped all of a sudden. I think it had to do with the fact that deep down inside, i knew i wasn't good. I also knew that it was going to get me nowhere. But recently i've realized that maybe it has nothing to do with the fact that i'm bad, or that it's going to get me nowhere. Because i always wrote for me. I never wrote for the sake of one day getting published or so that people would tell me how good i was. It was all because i needed to get some emotions out. So that is what sparked this whole revamping of my writing.

Something else the world should probably know. This new girl has got me wrapped around her finger. And i'm cool with that. Kind of. I guess we're kind of dating now. Maybe. I'm not exactly sure. It's complicated.

Song of the day:

Are We All Forgotten by Paper Route