this occurs to me too often
it used to be so easy to write everything out because it never occurred to me to think about how narcissistic it is to want to write about your life. now my life is actually worth writing about and i can't spit out a word because i can't stop wondering what the point is or why anyone would care about my silly existence?
perhaps i am not old enough yet to put it into perspective. perhaps right now i am meant to just live it, and write about it later, when the circles come to more definitive closes.