I lost some of myself when I stopped writing. I don't know how to get back to it. The reason I stopped is still alive, and it makes me feel sickly to just contemplate writing again. I want to, I want to write again, about me, about you, about what all of it feels, about what I lost, and keep on losing, about what I am afraid of, about the clogged screams in my throat, about the dreams I have and how fucking painful it is to dream... I don't know.















