I been working my ass off to try and find the part of me that all of my friends miss.
is that I may not be good with words anymore. It’s been so long since the last time I was truly inspired to write. Sure, there are moments on days where someone looks at me and comments on how my words slide together or that I know how to use a semi colon properly. But those are just moments. After so many years of doing something, of course something is going to stick through the next many years to come. Starting again truly frightens me though. I don’t know if I can pick up where I was or if I have to work to get back to it. I used to dream how to put together a sentence together perfectly for what I was writing. Now I stare at a page for 30+ minutes and have no work to save. It’s not that my passion is gone or that I have writers block. Sometimes the words burn inside me. I don’t know how to get them out or where to put them, but they burn.
One of our fans ‘ifijustsaveyou_’ put together a collage of my finest moments for you all to see. You’re welcome.
You Me At Six- This Is The First Thing (c)
This fits my mood perfect. And it’s about time I heard something with that voice. It’s been too long, my dear O’Callaghan.
myself. Not exactly who I will be in 10 years and not exactly what I used to be. I have a part of both sides in me. At this precise moment, they aren’t fighting for dominance either. There’s peace in my heart and music in my ears. I feel like I should. I think I found what I was supposed to.