oh wow...I just read something I wrote two years ago explaining why I feel I need to write about experiences while I'm going through them or shortly thereafter, and well...I couldn't have said it better myself hardy har:
This gives me hope. I'm sure I thought 'god i can't write anymore' at that time as well, but I think that is beautiful in its simplicity. It's just beautiful, really, and you know how hard it is for me to say that about my writing.They'll go to some part of my recall that is patchy and colored by nostalgia. I won't know what's real and what I've made up to make peace with my past. There is so much to be loved and I need it to be genuine. I want to love what I loved and hate what I hated and feel indifferent about what didn't really matter.
I also think the difficulty concentrating is just being out of practice. Yes, I'm going to go with that.
Love you, bye!
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