Love Letter
I think I'm too quiet for my own good, but silence is so easy for me. It's pretty safe, too, but maybe my silence has isolated me. I haven't touched this blog in forever, not that anyone even reads it anyway, but I felt the need to come back. I actually really enjoy writing. I wish I were as expressive as my written words are (I don't know if this sentence makes sense). I used to believe that I could handle being alone forever if I had to be. And that it would be really easy for me, and that it was what I deserved. I used to believe lots of stuff. For most of my childhood, possibly even still now, who knows, I had a really bad habit of talking to myself. Not in a crazy way. More like speaking my thoughts out loud. But it was something I could do for hours, and was just always doing by default. I couldn't stop myself. I also had a very imaginative brain, so I could keep the charade up for hours. No imaginary friends or anything like that, just me and well me. I wo...