Aug 16, 2019
A paragraph I wrote back in may, in my notebook, exactly as it were, with no editing, because, well, this is how badly I wrote it, so that's that on that, which I'm posting because the feelings are still semi-relevant:
Here it is Monday. My 18th birthday is on Friday. I want to say I'm scared so I can say "I'm scared. And excited. Scaredcited." But that's not true. I'm not scared. I don't know if I'm excited. I don't know how I feel. I don't even know what to write. It's like, I want to write, finally. And I have ideas in my head floating, drifting, spinning, but when I go to tryyyyyy to write... Nothing. The well's run dry.
