You know what I miss?

I miss being able to write. I used to dream of becoming a writer. And now, I could never imagine myself having that life.

I wonder why that is. When did I lose my ability to write well? Did I ever have it at all?

I used to be able to let all of my feelings out and say whatever was inside of me. But now, I get scared, and I don’t let myself out. The fear of the people reading this, and hating me or judging me has taken hold of me. I can no longer share myself. I miss that.

I hate feeling like I should hold back and not express myself. It’s not good to keep everything all bottled up inside.