I tend to want to write more at night. I don’t know if it’s because I’m released from the stressful confines of my day and have had some downtime, or if it’s because of the Tylenol PM. Either way, when I finally have the time and desire to write... I usually don’t have the energy. Half of the time, the amount of shit running around in my brain makes it hard to pinpoint one particular thing. Some time ago, my trust was betrayed and though I understand and accept the reason it happened, I have never been able to open myself up in quite te same way. Even in a private journal. I am trying though and really, that’s all I can ask of myself. Another small step, another inch closer to where I was and where I want to be.