I see now how hard it is for you to tell the truth. You’re very cautious of what you say, you’re afraid of being wrong. That fear is what makes you wrong. You think your silence is

I’m tired so this won’t be the most coherent thing I’ve written. That’s on me, I didn’t have to be this exhausted. I didn’t have to play out my day the way I did, but I did.

You know what’s right and what’s not. You know what’s working and what’s isn’t. You can play dumb all you want but the truth is plain to see. You choose to not see it. A desperate attempt

There’s a regrettable silence that I try and distract myself from. Every day it gets harder to be in it. I can’t sit still, I can’t do nothing. The problem is I avoid what I have to