Another time perhaps

I want to write. I do. I've been trying to sort it all out in my head. It's not working. I feel like I have so many issues right now. I don't know where to start. Every night I go to bed feeling disappointed in myself for (once again) not making this a priority. For some reason, spilling all my thoughts here keeps the me that most people see in one piece. Right now I feel like I'm losing pieces of myself everywhere.

I need to make the time. Stop worrying about where to start and just let the random thoughts come out.

But not tonight.