I’ve been writing since I broke up with Miss T – writing to exorcise my own personal demons (whether they be in the form of life struggles, deep rooted trauma or just the everyday stuff that gets everyone’s goat). I’m a sensitive soul and somehow I think a little bit too much. Writing became an instinctive way for me to release a lot of negativity and confusion enabling me to carry on with life as (almost) normal.
Opening up to every friends was difficult. I kinda slid into the role of the listener and the one who cares. When I care too much about the people/stuff around me it is difficult not to fear burdening them with my own emotion.
I start to write. When I write I have found that words poured out from my heart along with my memories. I just wrote them down in my pocket pc.
Not all of my writing are negative though. A few do have a positive slant on them. ( I guess only me that sees it. :P).
I love each of them. They are testament to different parts of my life - both positive and negative.
Writing these (it has reminded me that there are sweet, sour, bitterness and spicy in life - I forget sometimes) are my "photo album" and receipe of life.......
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