10.2.17.
It's never too late to start something, right?
I want to write something every day during the month of October, maybe I'll write twice a day to make up for the lack of writing I've been doing since coming to college. I'm not sure I know where to start, though, it should be easy enough considering my feelings have become tangled and angry and I should have more than enough material to pick through and write about. Even if it's not my romantic feelings that are currently suffering, my mental health is on the decline and my body is about to begin suffering more as a result.
With suffering comes pain, and with pain comes writing, for me it does, at least. My writing tends to work the best while at one of two extremes- extreme happiness or extreme sadness.
I'm not happy right now, and I'm not sure if I will be for a long time. I know I've said that before, and have been proved wrong, but my happiness has been in a drought for quite a long time right now, I'm losing hope of the wells ever filling once again.
I get glimpses of happiness sometimes, but it's never enough to hold me over, it's really not enough to keep me going. It's not worthy of writing about.
But thank you to the girl(s) who hurt me- thank you for the sadness, it ought to be fun to write about.
I want to write something every day during the month of October, maybe I'll write twice a day to make up for the lack of writing I've been doing since coming to college. I'm not sure I know where to start, though, it should be easy enough considering my feelings have become tangled and angry and I should have more than enough material to pick through and write about. Even if it's not my romantic feelings that are currently suffering, my mental health is on the decline and my body is about to begin suffering more as a result.
With suffering comes pain, and with pain comes writing, for me it does, at least. My writing tends to work the best while at one of two extremes- extreme happiness or extreme sadness.
I'm not happy right now, and I'm not sure if I will be for a long time. I know I've said that before, and have been proved wrong, but my happiness has been in a drought for quite a long time right now, I'm losing hope of the wells ever filling once again.
I get glimpses of happiness sometimes, but it's never enough to hold me over, it's really not enough to keep me going. It's not worthy of writing about.
But thank you to the girl(s) who hurt me- thank you for the sadness, it ought to be fun to write about.
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