Nothing comes out.
That's how I have felt the past few weeks. Mentally constipated. I have had much on my mind and my heart, and yet somehow have had no words to talk about them. Lately, everything has been on the surface for me, nothing too deep, nothing too serious.
So, I still don't know exactly what I want to say or how to say it. Which is weird for me- this has always been my place to vent unbridled. In the meantime, I am going to actually go to bed early instead of ust saying I am going to.
And maybe next time I will have some words. Good ones.
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