I've been writing a lot more lately.
A story along with poems. Who would've thought?
A lot has been going on and it's starting to scare me. I'm anxious and scared most of the time now. I don't know what to do.
I've vented more on my new poem, "The artist, the nurse, and the athlete."
Life is hard but im holding on for dear life. I wanna wake up to where everything is normal. I know it won't happen unless I make it happen. I'm just.. tired. Not much to do other than hope I'll be better. No harm in trying, right?
