Silenced again. I can feel the old confinements closing in. I haven't written, REALLY written... in a while... I'm scared to. Scared of what I would write. Scared of what it would mean. Scared of what those who read it would think and feel.... I'm just... so f*cking scared all the time. Again... *sigh* And that really upsets me. Especially since that also applies to my REAL diary. The one written in graphite on paper. The one I swore I would just write down whatever I thought, no matter how crazy it was or what it was... but I haven't been. I've even been lying to myself... "Trapped in a lie, and I can't break free..."