I have never starred at a blank page and never not known what to write.
Its like the words no longer express my feelings, feelings that are no longer short phrases or poems of emotions.
My feelings are inexpressible they have become so complicating.
I have mentally blocked out what was my outlet " Writing". I was once able to let out my emotions on a page and leave them there, But now its like I write an emotion and gain twice as much back.
I have lost my battle and my strength to continue to try. As I sit here writing I realize that this may not make sense to anyone else but me. If you are reading this I have never wanted to make sense to anyone, because these are my feelings . I am just writing how I feel
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
I have never starred at a blank page and never not known what to write.
Its like the words no longer express my feelings, feelings that are no longer short phrases or poems of emotions.
My feelings are inexpressible they have become so complicating.
I have mentally blocked out what was my outlet " Writing". I was once able to let out my emotions on a page and leave them there, But now its like I write an emotion and gain twice as much back.
I have lost my battle and my strength to continue to try. As I sit here writing I realize that this may not make sense to anyone else but me. If you are reading this I have never wanted to make sense to anyone, because these are my feelings . I am just writing how I feel
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