this is the way, this is the way i want it to be

I have these amazing feelings inside of me. For once, I am unsure of how to release them. Every time I try writing, I get so caught up in the happiness that I lose my concentration.

I don't know how to explain myself anymore. I get tongue tied even while talking about something as simple as my own political opinion. I slur my words every time I talk about a specific person. I also tend to laugh nervously every time someone mentions how I "need to meet a girl."

I don't want to be in this place, where I can't express the little world inside of me. The things I want to share with you. But at the same time, I love being on this level. I am so indescribably happy even though I can't have what I want, because I can't say what I feel. Cheers.

(I plan to start working more on writing for a new issue of my zine. I'd also like to start doing something creatively, with my hands, so I can show off the fruits of my laborous love.)