I’m always astounded, when reading through my old blog, at how fantastic a writer I used to be.
I don’t mean that immodestly, but when I try and write now, it’s like there’s something blocking me.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!
So here I am.
I am in love with life and I am terrified by it. I have so many dreams and so much hope in me to fulfill them.
Just don't ask me who I am because I'll be a different person by tomorrow.
Don't be a stranger, I like new friends (oh I'm Jack by the way)