Guarded. in Uncategorized Thoughts

I had an entry planned out, written at least thrice in my head, about how I’m approaching 30. What it means to me, what it doesn’t, what my failures are and what I’ll be focusing on.

But this place is not OD. This place is not home, and here, I don’t want to share. I’m not sure that those reading it care (though one or two may), and definitely don’t feel safe here, revealing that heart of me.

I’m not sure what that means between us, dear Prosebox, but it isn’t good. And don’t think that alcohol will save you; I’ve already had more than my fair share.