For the past two weeks I’ve been going through some heart breaking things, relating to my relationship and how things have been being handled. Heart brokenness was in the realm on my behalf, and yearning for better days just didn’t come around too often. Somehow I didn’t too much feel alone in that process, because I’ve gotten use to being neglected and abused. I’ve even tried talking to a co worker about my issues but deep down that seemed to not work. It felt as if I kept explaining myself over and over again but only it’s my fault. I sometimes forget that I’m a writer but sometimes the words that I write on paper are too much to bare, for me to reread knowing that I’m only Express my feelings, that no one cares about. To be honest when writing about your pain you can relieve it from your heart much faster, than actually talking to a soul. I’ve been noticing that paper had my best interest than man have ever had, so why won’t I just stick with that. The truth may hurt you but benefiting from the hard obstacles makes a difference. Writing is actually the cure to brokenness and misguidedness for real.
