I've just been so busy with life, that my me time that I set aside so that I could think has just kinda slipped away. I'm so busy, and so stressed that I can't even think straight some days.
And it doesn't help that everyone wants to spend time with me. It's not that I don't want to spend time with them, it's more that I want time to myself again. I want my poetry back too, because I just can't write anything that's worth sharing with the world anymore, it seems. It's sad... I miss it so much. I miss my feelings being displayed on paper, so that they're released from my mind for a little while.
