... we meet again.
I've been neglecting you so much nowadays, the pain of writing to you gets deeper with every post I could never publish. Every draft that was saved in you is a scar that burns deep in my soul. How I wish I could write something cheerier; something people would want to read...
... and yet, I am burdened with the sad truth that I have nothing happy to write about just yet. I have been cooked up in the same safe situations that I have always been in. I'm too afraid to take risks; that's how I always am.. and as of now, that's how I'll always be...
