juliana

photo credit: Joseph Hall


I miss
how i used to blog.

with words and stuff. strung in coherent sentences. sentences that weren't necessarily cryptic or vague or frustrating to read if you were trying to figure out what was going on in my mind.

i think once i fell in love i unconsciously started censoring myself, and i'm not quite sure why the two are related. if they are.

or maybe i stopped sharing because there were so many things going on that weren't shareable. if that's the case then i've been living a non-shareable life for more than a few years since.

that's got to stop, if i'm intent on telling these things called Stories. but fuck there's so much i just can't say right now.



tell me how to break free.