Friday
Again, I’m struggling to find things to say. I am not entirely sure what there is, even, that I am not saying.
I also feel that anything I do say would be some kind of a lie. Implying things, or leaving off implications, or lacking the right context, or about what I wish were true or wish weren’t. Or that anything I say would not be a lie; I think I am scared more of that sometimes.
Mostly I am disappointed.