Writing

How is it possible t feel affected by so many things, yet not know any single one of 'em? I hate talking t people and letting out my emotions bc more often than not when i do that, people think its all easy and i have it all. And that everything's perfect. Reality check. I never believed in having it all. And for that, its just so much better t keep shit t myself. Its so much better t stay within my own sanctuary and perimeter and not let any one in. And no im not implying that my problems are th only things that matter in this already bollocks, muffed up and fumbled world we call our habitat. Therefore that's exactly th reason why i never make what i go through seem like smth huge.

Its just th fact that, i really dk what i want now. I want so badly t do what i've been doing for th past 5 days. And that, is contradiction at best. I still dk what i want.

My blog's gonna probably have numerous posts bc i've never realised how fuckin' great writing is. I mean i always did, but never this much.