I can't even write

Look, I really want to be someone who is free and easy, who doesn't feel the need to hide from the world, but the fact is that I am trying to get work as a teacher, and I'm afraid I'll say something wrong. The internet doesn't go away, you know.

Tell me you're out there, that you see this. Tell me you want to read something. Tell me you are real. Tell me I'm real. Tell me what scares you about yourself. Tell me what you want to be when you grow up. Tell me your health secret. Tell me about faith and longing. Tell me about crushing love and sustaining apathy. Tell me about pumpkins and goblins, about breath and bone.

Tell me something, so I know it's safe to tell you.

Let go and float.