It’s Not The Same

I was writing this as a kind of release, something I could put my thoughts down in. But now, more people that I actually know read it. Knowing that stops me writing what I want to write. So I don’t write anything.

The one thing I really want to write about, I can’t. It’s one of the hardest things because I want to put it down, I want to say so many things, but I can’t. I lost my best friend and I can’t write about it.

So I’m not writing here for a while.