I haven't written anything for quite some time now. I feel like I have been trying to keep my thoughts hidden from myself - perhaps fearing I will come to some sort of monumental realization that will alter the course of my life (like it's so interesting.) I have a habit of halting any form of documented thought when the sight my own writing makes me feel uneasy. Reading some of my former entries, I am slightly nauseated by the arrogance crouched down in between the lines. Hardly hidden. I reached a point where I wanted to maintain my privacy, and write something worth reading at the same time. I don't have the skill and quite frankly, vulnerability is what makes written words so emotional - and beautiful in its own pained way. What is the point in writing if it doesn't set you free?