You will not know the heaviness in my chest, the aching in my bones, the cracked skin across my knuckles, the bruises under my eyes, the tired curve of my backbone, the chapped and bleeding skin on my lips. You will not know the constant headache, the restlessness, the self-loathing, the solitude,…
I am a writer. A blank sheet of paper is more than just empty lines. It is opportunity. The lines will not critique me, they will not judge me, and they will not demand anything more than what i demand of myself. The lines are patient and understanding. A piece of paper will never ignore me; and most importantly, it will not give me advice that i don't want to hear. It provides the escape for my personal turmoil, protecting my sanity. I am a therapeutic writer.
Lost in Thought
I don't write AS IF my life depends on it - I write BECAUSE my life depends on it.
Here I go again.
What am I doing…
This is ridiculous…
Why can I not use my brain…
(via outruntherest)
Happy graduation to me…
I’ve got gadgets and gizmos galore…
I certainly didn’t expect all of this…
Especially not the iPad that I used to take this picture…
(Source: jennyp30)
(Source: j89wakeup, via outruntherest)
