Out of Words. Me, really?

The more I talk to people, the less I talk to myself, the less I write.

But the more I talk to people, the more I feel as though I'm part of a larger society. Many someones out there know a tiny part of my story. Slowly, if this continues, I forsee that I might stop writing altogether.

Hmmm...

Okay. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just too excited about spending the last hours of the holidays thinking about the things I wanna do that I do not have much time left to drown in my thoughts and write. (Yeah, mainly I just think about what to do and the day's more or less over. I exaggerate.)

More to come when school starts. When I start seeing people and feeling new feelings. Old feelings. Who knows....