It is disconcerting to know that I have so much on my mind, but I no longer feel I have the ability to articulate my thoughts. Well, I wouldn't say I don't have the ability to, per se. It's more as though I lack the energy, or desire, to explain myself to anyone other than those who are around me enough to just know. "Explain myself about what?", I ask myself.
About everything.
I have become too private. I crave communicating with the world my unbridled passion for all things life has to offer. The days when I was more naive, less doubtful. I long for my personal self-censorship to become non-existent.
I was once referred to as "the girl with the fire in her belly". The flame burns on; steady, but no longer rampant.
I feel my self is dormant. Waiting.
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It's true what they say about growing up :-(. It sucks. It makes us all much more tame and less imaginative. Well for me anyway. Blah!
If you don't take risks you will get nowhere in life and then regret it.
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