This book is officially at its half way point for me. Wow, Never thought I'd actually get this far when I originally started it. Overtime, it has evolved into more of a personal diary for me, something I've yet to actually take full advantage of.
I guess I've just been a bit apprehensive when it comes to the idea of actually sharing some things about myself. Not only here really, but in real life as well. Maybe it's a fear of judgement or something more but for now I don't think it really has any intention of going away.
Until then, I guess I'll just stick with the random bursts of positivity and the impulsive, albeit vague, glimpses into the hellscape I call my thoughts.
I love this cover so much it isn't funny anymore. I should probably get to listening to the original now that I think about it.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Me...
Non-FictionA book to help me remember the good things that are sometimes hard to see
