The last time I ever wrote something was almost a year ago, excluding the reupload of a close reading for a poem. I have not been writing because I have not been having things to say. I was too deep in the comfort of laying low, not saying things, let alone scream. All that, though, does not diminish the fact that I desire to write, to say, and that this entire page exists just to be my outlet.

Perfectionism really kills attempts in its infancy.