The title pretty much says it all.
I feel like I have so much to say, yet am unable to find the words. And when I can find the words I don't want to take the risk and be vulnerable. I know only about three people even read what I write, and the funny thing is I trust these people with most of these feelings, but what holds me back is the potential of other people reading it. So then I just keep the feelings bottled up.
Some of it is happy. Some of it is sad. Some of it is just me needing to vent. Okay a lot of it lately is just me needing to vent. And sometimes dwelling on the bad is easier than digging to find the good.
But there is good. And that's a wonderful thing. I know that I may not have the easiest life....but I sure as heck don't have the hardest.
