Writing is telling yourself your thoughts.
Maybe they are worth remembering, for not only you but for others. Maybe they can help you someday.
Saying the words matter. They can make it all feel so different when you can let them out. overwhelmed most definitely. sharing your thoughts is scary. I am so inclined to share. Why? Will anyone care? Am I just wasting my time?
My thoughts matter? I want so badly to believe that someday I will and they will.
Fulfillment
I remember being told to be quiet, I have been trying to do just that. But that is so against who I am. I am not quiet. I have too much to say . I hope one day that my words will matter. Maybe having too much to say can be useful?
We spend life trying to achieve fulfillment. Instead, we find we need to understand that we never will find it. The finish line keeps moving, wish, and want.
Forgiveness is such a simple word. But to forgive at times can feel like walking into a dark room. Praying to God you don't walk into a wall. To forgive is at times like finding a light in that dark room. I just wish you would see. What I feel for you is overwhelming.
Every time I am around you, I feel as if you know nothing of joy. Like every smile is forced. I hate it. I want nothing more than to have given up hope.
Stop trying so hard. Let joy come. I wish for you to find contentment in yourself and who you are. Stop looking for others to fill out what you need to fill. I want you to love you. Only then can you be happy.
I am going to say what I need
