I’m having emotional writer’s block as of late.
There are so many topics I could write about, so many things that have happened in the world, in Israel, in my immediate surroundings…but…
…I don’t like telling the world my opinions on things. I have a lot of thoughts I used to think I could share, if not with everyone, at least with those closest to me.
Well, sharing how I think ostracized me from people and got me into debates that somehow turned ugly and personal. I’m working on keeping my mouth shut with whatever family I have left and because I didn’t with other people, I have no friends to speak of.
Hence the hesitance to tell the World Wide Web anything about anyone but me.
I am a world in itself, and all that happens within me is only mine to share.
It will always be unique, it will always stand alone, and it should never, in theory, personally offend anyone else.
That being said, I’ve been drawing a blank. Wait, that’s not entirely true, I’ve been drawing a huge, black and bold question mark spinning around my head with ever-increasing speed.
What IS going on with me?
The world that is me is changing, and fast. There are so many, too many, new experiences going on at once. Life is out of control and it looks like the brakes are out.
So I’m holding on.
For dear life.
And I’m scared.
Eh.
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You’re great just the way you are and we are all going to wait around until your writer’s block passes. Sometimes it just takes time to process everything…
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