Gab

I think I was named Gab for a real reason.
I love to Gab, to chitter chat.

However, these days I feel like I can't talk anymore.

It's like I don't know how to have conversations. Which is difficult for me. Many people know me as a person who can't shut up. These days, it's like I can't open up.


I haven't had a conversation in a while. Which is weird, really weird.






I miss a lot of things. And I don't know what the fuck I want.
Where I want to be, who I want to be...










I can't even write somedays.

One day at a time, is a hard concept for me. All I do is think about the future, or the past.


Weed use to bring me insight. Now I'm looking for myself for that insight.

But I'm feeling a little bit hopeless, loveless, and nothingness.

Find what makes you happy.
I'll work on that I guess.