i know i haven’t been updating this for the past few days or so, but know i’ve been writing. i never stop, it’s just some things too personal to share sometimes. i’m human, and being human includes the need for privacy, or selective privacy in my case, because i either end up revealing too much to the wrong people or i keep too much to myself. some nights it seems like i’m looking for someone to tell everything to, but on the other hand, on other nights it seems like i’m looking for myself to accept the things i think are worth telling.
seems like nobody’s willing to listen, myself included.
-ratha, 1:27am, 4.19.17