Late-night ramblings unsure anyone will see.
I can't sleep.
Like most nights I lay awake and stare out into nothing. I used to pour that wasted time into writing. I don't know what happened.
I think I just... I lost my passion.
The heartbreak of that truth brought me back here. And so, I write again; bringing back an old story and talking to myself here but at least I feel like myself once more. I feel a little saner. Even if no one ever reads this or my stories at least I know I'm happier when I write. I'm happier sharing this part of me than just laying here lost to the darkness of my mind.
Anyway, I should try to sleep or rest even if sleep never comes.
Forever,
X.
