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Life. Where do I begin?

Dreams and life. These little pieces never seem to come together. Like a puzzle with missing pieces. Even if you manage to squeeze other pieces in that spot, it never fit. They'll be a little oversized. No matter how hard you squeeze it in. It'll never fit. In other words, these missing pieces. Things I'm trying to figure out. I'm starting to think, did I want this?

'Dramatic'. What I'd expect from someone when I tell them about what has happened. These little things that we overlook, signs? I've been trying to find the right person to tell this to. But it's like I don't even trust my own opinions anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm the most confident girl you will ever meet. But it's just .. this doubt. This discomfort. I tried to write in a diary. In a notebook. In a journal. Anywhere. But just as I hold the pencil, nothing comes out. It's like I don't trust myself enough to do it.

I thought this might help. Persuasion? I mean, no one hardly ever reads this blog. It'd be safe enough.