December302010
2011? really?
it’s high time i did some internal spring cleaning. i feel like a ticking time bomb with a mess of emotions, ideas, fears and hopes all tangled together, fighting to reach the surface.
i have so many unfinished journals, spanning my life as long as i’ve been able to write. i write in spurts. some weeks i will write pages upon pages. then months or even years may go by without a single new sentence. it’s therapeutic for me, and it always, always helps me sort out my thoughts. however, i am now at a point where it seems that i have so much to get out, and there’s a lurking sense of urgency behind it all. physically writing it out seems daunting. i am aware that this sounds like pure laziness. it might be on some level, but really i know that once i start writing - or typing - i won’t want to stop.
thus… tumblr = my latest journal.
