Dear tumblr,
Once upon a time in my life, I wrote. I wrote as much as a person who used to write a lot wrote. Upon careful reinspection, I’ve concluded that I miss writing. I miss my willingness to think about the deepest darkest places of my mind that I currently find too unpleasant to venture through. However, although this is true, hiding doesn’t make thoughts less true. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Dexter, but I feel that like like him, there’s a darkness in me. My dark passenger. Writing has always helped me tame it, and crazy as it seems, even helped me realize the light inside me.
And so tumblr, I’m gravely sorry for keeping secrets from you because you deserve the truth. I’m sorry we’ve lost touch, and I’ll try my hardest not to neglect you any longer. We haven’t known each other long, but I know that I can trust you.
Love, Morgan.
