December 16, 2012
It’s 20 minutes to 4am.
I just started a week of nights.
Nights at the hospital are often surreal and I often find my subconscious percolating.
I’ve been thinking a lot.
I haven’t been writing enough.
I’m not very good at hiding my feelings, but I think it’s mostly on purpose. I don’t like to be hidden.
I appreciate honesty, even when it’s awkward or difficult, perhaps more so in those moments, and I appreciate people who allow me to be fully honest.