solitary, and subtly, or not so subtly (self) destructive. leaving no marks or scars, but nonetheless you can see it when you look at me, or look at my empty life.
My writings are largely silly and inconsequential, I'm the first to admit that, but they've always been important to me.
I starting writing as a child to give my(OCD)self peace of mind- if I document my thoughts and feelings, or events to my satisfaction, then they'll be with me forever. I don't have to worry about losing experiences I want to keep. When my mind fails me, I always have zillions of post its and notebooks to look back on.
I have a terrible memory, and I like to keep track of where my head is at, and has been.. and of course those special (or devastating) moments that are too important to let slide into oblivion.
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