wild wild wild youth (insert claps)
i can't, i'm sworn to secrecy. but wouldn't you love to know?
my writing is prolific, and yet, i'm not doing anything challenging, anything new.
i've never been good at balancing, i've always plunged headfirst into endeavors while forgetting even important things. there are definitely people that i miss and that i want to see or talk to. i'm just so notoriously bad at it. at being social. evenly social, i guess. i'm either climbing the rafters or bedridden for weeks.
and this isn't even making the least bit of sense, i know, but maybe it will to a few of you.
it's not an apology, just an explanation.
but really, i am the worst.
addendum: this book is pretty damned good.