whatiswater asked: Sometimes I wonder, if I feel too little to be writer. Not little in stature, but not enough. Too callous to care of love and other trite emotions.
I think we need all kinds of writers.
I feel too much. I feel too much and I can’t process these feelings into socially acceptable verbal conversations (as I feel most people do). I stare out of windows, I shake the hands of strangers, I take things way too seriously, and everything becomes a story that I’m scared to explore, but I inevitably do. I’ve experienced and felt a lot lately, yet I haven’t had time to write at all. And thus I apologize. I think it hurts me more than it hurts you. I hope everyone has an outlet. I will visit mine soon.
South Carolina bound! See you guys on Monday!