Nope. I don’t see the deepness in my words when I write. I don’t feel the same soulfulness and emptiness I feel whenever I read someone else’s compositions. It’s like I just can’t seem to be on par with them; like I’m lacking in all so many aspects. But I keep writing, anyway. Writing is therapeutic, you know. It’s like filling up your already-overflowing emotions; like emptying your already-empty heart. And even if I can’t do it in the extremeness of others, at least I could do it little by little. Because little progress is still a progress.
Ces Castaño // my kind of therapy (via procastiwriters)
Writing is therapeutic, you know. It’s like filling up your already-overflowing emotions; like emptying your already-empty heart.















