I wish I could be one of those creative people that I seem to be friends with and gravitate towards. Literally all my friends are so artistic and I’m just here.
I want to be one of those people who can write in a journal every day.
I want to be able to draw or paint.
I want to be able to let go and be free instead of always being the worrier.
I want to see all of the worlds beauty without having to try.

I guess I just want to find myself. I want to find who I really am and that seems like the biggest challenge in the world.
As if I don’t have enough problems.

i haven’t sat down and actually been on here for a more than 10 minutes at a time in months. and it feels good to do it again. i missed it. this is the only place where i can just pour my heart and soul out and i don’t give a damn who reads it or who cares even.

when i write essays.