For a while, I've been thinking about how I've lost my passion to write. Lost my passion to express. Lost my passion to "love", to "care", to "forgive"..."forget" etc.
But really, the truth is that I don't want to right now. The truth is I'm doing everything to completely dodge everything that can cause me happiness and grief - yes, I am fully aware that I do still effect everyone around me due to the bitterness and ignorance that I've been generously sharing and also, that I'm being quite selfish and selfless with my actions.
But really. This is my real talk opinion. I feel like, I don't need to share the love right now. I don't feel the need to care, to forgive, to give an opinion about my life and what I need and what I want and how that makes me feel because I really could care less of what's bound to happen after I say those few words, thoughts, sentences, phrases......
I need time.
I need space.
I need myself.
I need my heart.
my soul.
my hands and feet.
I need my words.
I need to care... for me.
R / vancouver
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