For weeks I had not been inspired to write anything lately; I hate it when I go through these dry spells. I always thought that writing was my passion for a reason. There is still some doubt in the back of my mind, whether or not writing is my true calling. I want to be successful at writing more than anything, but I always seem to fall short of the sucess I desire. I just want to feel accomplished at something.
Do I love you because I truly love you, or do I love you because I can’t have you? My head is spinning with all of the possibilities. I know I truly care for you, however I don’t know how to get you to understand that. Sometimes I actually think I could be good for you, and other time I think loving me might destroy you and me. You’re the one thing that makes me regret being in this wheelchair, but if it wasn’t for the wheelchair we would have never met.