Why do I write?
I write because I want to leave a mark on people. I want to make them feel like I feel, make them see like I see. I write because there is no right or wrong.
What would I be without writing my story on paper? Someone with their thought and emotions bottled up so tightly that they could burst without warning?
I write to unclutter my mind. I write to put my mind on paper. I write to release my emotions like ink bleeding through the paper.
I write so my mind can be free.
Friday, 12 June 2015
The realisation
I was definitely alone at this point of time. Where my heart ached whenever I saw a couple. Or even a group of closely knitted friends.
I had no where else to run. No one to talk to. Even we have lost our touch. I regret everything.
The memories good and bad. The better the memory the more it hurts on the inside.
I can't go on anymore. Not when I'm dying of loneliness.
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