im on a sleeper bus to da nang from da lat right now, cramped in a small bed, soft murmurs whisper from the cells behind me, loud conversations sound off between the drivers in front of me, my stomach hurts and my lips are dry.
Every few days I check neocities to see what the good people are doing, then I check to see if people suddenly hate me. Then I check myself to wonder what is wrong with me. Then I get over it. Not for long but for long enough.
All this is to say, I’m still trying. Trying to get better at talking, trying to care more, trying to be a better writer, all of these and many more, I’m still trying. So thank you for believing in my capacity to try.
Every few days I check neocities to see what the good people are doing, then I check to see if people suddenly hate me. Then I check myself to wonder what is wrong with me. Then I get over it. Not for long but for long enough.
All this is to say, I’m still trying. Trying to get better at talking, trying to care more, trying to be a better writer, all of these and many more, I’m still trying. So thank you for believing in my capacity to try.