I haven't written anything in weeks.
40 days for this site. 40 days too long. And I'd hand out the run-of-the-mill excuses, but that's just it, they're all excuses.
It's hard to look at your own actions. To notice how simple every single step we take can put us deeper into that from which we're trying to crawl out.
So sudden, loneliness begins to feel like freedom.
I'm tired of making excuses - for myself, for my actions (or my lack thereof).
I feel like I'm waiting for something.
I'm at the point where it's either I fly from this window, or I jump.