Here I am, once again, a different project with the same underlying meaning: I need to put my thoughts in order and do something about myself. All I want to do is write something, anything, every single day of the year starting from today and ending on the 16th of july of 2018. I doesn’t need to be nobel prize worthy (the expectation that fucked up my other 928741948 attempts), just real. Just raw. Whatever I need to say, because I need to say a lot and I can’t cope anymore with this stupid self-censorship that harms me so bad and doesn’t let me live.
I need to prove myself I can do this and I can be consistent and just see where I am one year from now. I don’t want to be in the same place. I need to be in a different place. And words always heal and help for me. I trust you, crusty brain of mine. Don’t let me down.
Let’s see if I can put my shit together this time and don’t fail disastrously.