No writing for months.

Still angry at everyone.

Why?

Trying to please everyone.
Trying to please others.

No writing because of fear.

Stop pleasing.

I need to write.

To let it out.

If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound?

If I put words on a page and no one reads it, does it even matter?

What matters?

I matter.
You matter.
Your life matters.

Live YOUR life.

Time to Bloom!