Starting over
there are a lot of big changes coming for me. I'm scared. Scared to leave behind what I knew. What I got used to.
But if these changes don't come now, I might lose hope.
So I will persue my hopes and dreames, even though they require me to start over. If I don't, not even a ghost will be left of me.
I have a lot of ideas; so many projects lined up to eventually do. But I couldn't care less.
While all of them are fun and interesting ideas; While all of them include parts of me; They need to be left behind for now.
I need to have parts of me to put into them first. Otherwise I'm grasping for void, putting an unfinished reality into them.
So to move forward, I need to stop.
I need to stop creating.
I need to stop my one outlet.
Because otherwise I don't have the room to grow.
The available room is me, so to be able to grow and create, I need to just grow first.
I need to start over.
Trow away certainty to finally escape from this grave that I fell into.
So what will than entail?
I need to trow away my mannerisms, see what replaces it.
I need to contact my friends again.
I need to make new friends.
I need to try out new outfits; see what works.
I need to depend on my friends to learn trust again.
I need to tell them who I am.
I need to wait and see, for what else will be


































