She stared at the blinking cursor at the screen. She wanted to write something, to jot down the heavy feelings and emotions inside of her. Writing has been an escape for her whenever she feels troubled, or even if she was feeling the opposite. It was her thing! The only thing that she was really good at. But that was years ago. A lot has changed since then. Life happened and it fucked her up real bad. Despite that, she's still here, trying to survive the bad days. That's a good thing, right? The blinking cursor caught her attention again. Not even a single word, or just a freaking letter, would pop up. It doesn't feel right, and she hated it. She loved writing, but why can't she do it again? Why can't she do it like how she did before? Why did it become so hard? People around her told her to go back and try writing again. They said that she could write out what she feels, because emptying out what's inside you can lighten the load. But she can't. She just...can't. How can other people pour out their feelings easily? Everyone kept telling her to just open up, let loose, you'll get over it. But they forgot to tell her one thing. How do you start?
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17 - August - 2021
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Pathos
General FictionPathos; Greek origin which means an emotion of sympathetic pity, an element in experience or in an artistic representation evoking pity or compassion. Compilation of short stories, drabbles, fluffs or poems with 100 words ( more or less ).
