A) Confession

So i rarely write anymore, which is something that pains me. I've never quite been insecure enough to call myself an artist but I liked words and for the most part, they liked me. I just find it most unfortunate that whilst i lived in a hometown, and was under such an unsteady constitution, i wrote so much, and so much better. Now, Here I am, In seattle, and for 8 months I've not read an entire book, not written so much as a journal entry. Yesterday we all doubled up on the lorazapane and walked for hours in the aboreum. i was stationed above my friend, in the highest branches of a maple tree when I realized that I need to start making an effort. So i'm going to try to finish the novella I started. I'm halfway through War and Peace, and with any luck I'll be creative again one day.