𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅

They're out to get me.

It's like I can only think about sad memories when I'm trying to write. I can't seem to write about the happy ones. Well, maybe I can, but the sad parts will always come. The sad parts are always there; scratching at the walls of my mind, begging to be written. God knows how hard I've tried to focus on the happy memories; the good ones. But every time I write, the sad parts always find a way to surface and take over. And I hate it. I hate how powerful they are.