It's been a very long time since I've let myself make the time to sit and just write. Sometimes there's nothing to write about but more often than not, you find that you're thoughts move into a progression and you find yourself at a point where nothing that you can say or try to derive makes sense. A standstill where you're completely lost in your own mind.

I've lived the past year knowing what I wanted in life and I'd wake up in the morning to go to work not knowing where that was going. Now it's the opposite. I know what I want with work. But the rest of my life is in shambles and now I don't want to write anymore.