Digging a little deeper.

What use is writing when you can't show how you feel? What is the value of a writer who doesn't know the words to reveal themselves to the reader?
What's the point of writing if you don't know how to dig a little deeper?

Maybe I'm just scared to write it down. Maybe I'm scared, because I don't know what I'll end up saying if I open that door. That's the truth — I have no idea how to write down my darkest, deepest secrets because honestly, I don't even know what they are. And where can I find the confidence to show someone sides of me that I myself am not familiar with? How can anyone bear to bare themselves like that?

New Year, new... what?

I could go on and on about just how much I learned from all the crap 2013 had to throw at me. But I don't think reflection is going to get me where I want to go.

Looking forward is.

There is so much I want to do this year; so much I want to accomplish, so much I want to change or experience or learn. Actually, the list is too long to fit into 365 days. And it's not that I want to do these things so I can say I've done them, but more so that I can always have something to look forward to — something to always work towards.

And I know that that is what is also going to be my biggest challenge. I need to work. Work hard. Give it my all and do things I don't wanna do because I have to. I guess what I really need to do is grow up.
Asap.