They say a mark of a true writer is being able to write about feelings they've never felt so vividly and accurately that no one would ever think the writer didn't know what they were talking about.
I beg to differ.
I find it much easier to write about meeting a beautiful boy by chance, bumping into him at a cafe after spilling my drink on him, getting to know each other after I offer to buy him a coffee as a hopeful apology.
I find it much easier to write about a perfect family, one that rarely fights and is always enjoying themselves.
I find it much easier to write about having friends who idolize you and aim to mimic your every move and entertain your every whim.
I find it much easier to write myself into lives I will never be able to live, than sit down with my own experiences and write about the lonely broken hearted soul with a family who couldn't care less and friends who don't exist.
I find it much easier to write about feelings I've never felt and places I've never been and people I've never loved. Taking my own life to the pen is something I'm scarcely able to do.