I haven’t written for a very long time and I guess it’s because I’m still going through the many forms of hurt and pain and I don’t know how to express without actually hurting.
And I guess I also realised that people close to me go through my work and ask about it.
I Hate it.
I write because I don’t want to talk about it.
People don’t get that.
I remember why I actually started writing,
I had a lot of heaviness, I felt neglected and heavily betrayed by the only person I knew how to love the most.
I could have been many questionable things at that point of my life,
But I turned to my notebook.
Now here I am,
With somewhat of a trembling pen just trying to get my life together again
Because living half a life isn’t worth it anymore.
I just want to be
A L I V E
This is Chapter 2 of my life.