Writing is scary. Everytime I sit down to write, it freaks me out. THEY freak me out, the things I wanna talk about.
Some too personal. Too close.
Some too sad.
Others too preachy.
or some are just so manically happy.
It is hard to decide what lie to choose.
It is scary cause my mind is convinced that someone will look through the words and see what's been hiding all along. No one needs to know. My fears, my tears, my truths, my stories; they are just mine and mine alone.