It’s just me and I’ll find a way

You can try to say you’ve changed. You can say it, you can believe it, but the simple fact of the matter is that you haven’t.

I thought a gushing of words would spew forth. I haven’t written in forever. But I’m still afraid that my words are, I guess, being twisted by my mind to hurt someone. Or that they are too self-reflective. After all, it’s probably boring to hear about someone else. Especially me. At least, that’s the worry.

If I’m not careful, life will pass me by. I need to create something, to have something to my name. I need…