I want to write about it, I don't want to write about it.
I won't. Everything I thought to be true and trusted seems to have crashed and burned in the past couple days. But it's been there all along, my whole life actually and I had no idea.
I feel like I don't know who I actually am at the moment...and there is someone out there who could help me understand. I wonder if they are as curious about me as I am about them?
I thought it might help to write something, but it doesn't.