i can't pinpoint it
so much to say. so much to type. but yet, my fingers only type what you see before you. i've been sitting here for about twenty minutes now, wanting to put what's on my mind, but something is keeping me from doing that. i thought i started this diary so that i could put down on record what i'm feeling at the time, but now i can't even do that.
don't know where the hesitation comes from; maybe they have a mind of their own. ha... if that was true, then I'd be in big trouble.
i don't know what's wrong. Kwasi made me try and think what was wrong, but i didn't have an answer.
i need to get away. for good.