It's been a good two weeks since I've been able to write anything notable. I hate that I have so much to say but I can't seem to get it all out there. I want so much to put it all into words, but yet I'm holding back. I'm holding back because it is probably too early to start making assumptions and ideas. It's too soon to start putting my thoughts into motion when I want so badly to do just that.
I pride myself on being honest to people, but I feel like the first person I need to really be honest with is myself. I find myself saying that I hate how insecure I am, how harshly I take things, and how much I over think. If someone came to me and told me those things, I could think of a bunch of ways to change that, yet I'm the worst person to help myself.
I believe in exceptions to how someone is behaving. I believe in routines, that if I do something a certain way, then this result will happen. 

It's frustrating.

What's more frustrating is that I cannot get what I want to say out of this mess of words