Chocolate Regard

"My concept of me does not exist." Scrawled out on a dried out envelope from a bank statement, my epiphany got the worst of me. This may be the first poignant thing I've thought or said in a long time. At least, reflectively.

It's hard to exist when you don't want to. It's hard to believe in yourself, when yourself is nothing. Things don't have to be so hard, obviously

Fear Wins

I don't want to write. I'm scared to write.

I'm scared of a lot of things right now. Writing is up there.

If I could be anything, what would I be? Should I be?