I’ve realized that, at least for the time being, I don’t want to write about my life anymore. I find myself cherishing the idea of privacy.
When I start to write down my inner thoughts, the publish button, that used to glow neon green, has now turned into a glaring red stop sign.
I’ve made a few enemies who would like nothing more than to watch me fail.
Well, I don’t want to give those people the satisfaction.
I don’t know what my future holds. None of us have any clue.
If there’s one thing that I know about life, it’s never allow yourself to get too cocky.
I still have plenty of demons to hunt down and a traumatic past to overcome. For now, I need to keep the details to myself and my inner circle.
Take care, you guys.