A Let-Down

I just found a stack of journals in my room. I remember buying them all, in the hopes that I'd fill them up quickly with thoughts, poetry, and song lyrics. When I flip through them, they are blank. All but one. I need to start writing by hand again. It's the only way I can produce anything worth being proud of.

I think my basic plan is to write something in one of those books, then put it up here.

Because, really, it's time for me to start revealing this other side of me. The one that I rarely have the courage to expose on here.