Trying to figure out how to actually organize this site so it doesn’t look like a middle school social studies project. Until then, just want to start writing.

I will be using this space to incorporate what my pen on paper journal does not provide for me. Writing can be soothing and demystify the psyche, but not very organized when I have notebooks full of daily recollections and snippets of poems with no way to categorize and flip through without stumbling across something I don’t want to read. And if I want to rid myself of the confessions, I have to burn it. At least on here I can delete and it will be gone from the sphere. Or so I assume, aware that nothing truly goes away on the internet. But luckily, no one gives a damn about who I am or where I am. So good luck if you’ve stumbled here, this space isn’t really intended for you. But since I am exposing myself publicly, I take the responsibility of passer-bys.

Some days are better than others. I am hoping to find myself again, if I ever existed. All the pieces scattered around, attempting to pick them up with broken fingers.