Write, Delete, Repeat.

I used to be able to articulate myself so well.

But I'm finding myself speechless at the moment. Sleepless. Clueless..probably. And the more I think about all of this, the more my head aches and wishes it were against a pillow. I've tried over and over again to describe how I feel..but every attempt turns into badly worded shitpile.

And now I'm stuck here, in front of a pale computer screen..trying to spill my thoughts in the most intellectual way possible. When in reality I'm just completely perplexed by your thoughts and emotions. And I'm left contemplating the last line of that one letter that changed my life for the second time. So here I am, dissecting and analyzing and thinking..which I do far too much in the first place. And I can't help but wonder when I'm going to stop being such a goddamn cynic, and when I'm going to trust as fully as I want to. A couple more days and that letter will be a year old. And I can't believe how much I've changed since those four days..

Appreciate your own beauty.

There's no particular meaning behind this song..it's just beautiful.