I’m usually a person that loves writing,reading books,and scrolling through social media just to search for inspirational and deep quotes. Writing was a way for me to connect with my inner self, it made me feel complete the same way some people feel about friends or family members. As the months passed i stopped reading because i thought it was just wasting my time, i stopped scrolling through instagram accounts to find quotes that i relate to. Then eventually, i stopped writing. I thought i just stopped because I don’t like it anymore, I thought to myself maybe it was all just a ‘phase’ that I matured into. Now here I am, feeling like I’m another person, it’s like I don’t know who i am anymore, everything seems so messy and the thoughts in my head are getting more horrible everyday. I didn’t want to talk to anyone because I know that all i’m gonna get is a long ass message on how beautiful and amazing i am, yeah those mainstream messages that I don’t even believe half of the words that are written. Don’t get me wrong, i do appreciate my friends but god, they never got me. They never got how hopeless i feel at night, they never got why i loved the moon so much,it’s because it’s the only thing that keeps my company at 3am , they never got how messed up the voices in my head get. The point is, now all i have is a pen in my hand and a paper, and let me tell you one thing, i’ve came to realize that they’re the only things that get me. I thought i was never going to write again, but at my worst times, writing was the only escape for me, it’s like a medicine that crawls its way through my veins, it became my remedy.
