alot can happen in a short space of time though not much whatsoever can also take so long and now i'm quickly approaching my prime my biggest moment, mere weeks away and i'm completely at a loss of what to do
this year was rough, to say the least more than a couple relationships, all ending quite poorly hell, one of them wasn't even my fault but we're past that now, i think the new scars are from scrapes, not self-harm brawls, not body horror personal you get the idea
it's almost funny i taught myself to write because i was scared i had a hard time speaking my mind and it turns out, i was better at writing it instead now, as i approach a vocal career my writing becomes ever stagnant ever-dwindling
all the paths will open soon i've been locked down my entire life behind guardian bars and self-closed cages a containment breach, but i'm no anomaly just a scared ***** who doesn't know what she wants to be
my 18th's about nineteen days away. feels like completing the tutorial in a poorly designed sandbox game. everythings possible, and i've got no idea what to do. we'll just wait and see, i guess.