Stress Ball

I write because I need to relieve so many of my frustrated emotions. It’s always just comforting to put into words all the thoughts I do not have to strength to say or to do. Therapy, that’s how I see it. Writing is just one big stress reliever for me, whether or not I write a poem or a fucking essay while I’m at it. Talking also works for me, but I am only met with disappointment because sometimes the people I want to converse with are busying themselves with something that seems more worthwhile than listening to me. It makes me feel just utterly pathetic and useless. So I guess writing is working slightly better for me right now.

I’ve always known myself as a quiet girl, so perhaps in my perspective it would have been fitting to find refuge not in people, but in leisure and hobbies and whatnot. Of course people change over the course of years, and now I find myself rather noisy and more outgoing now. There are some people I trust wholly with my life and its secrets, but sometimes I only feel all alone, which depresses me even further. I have but no choice than to turn to prose and poetry, one of the few things that can actually make my mind sober up from all the damn tears and heartaches and fucking bullshit. Writing instantly relieves all my tension and frustration; it never fails to do so. Unless I’m writing a self-pity entry, it always works.

I admit that I’m not a very good writer, but my purpose of writing isn’t to impress anyone.