So here's the thing.
Writing isn't entirely real for some people.
Those people write fiction
And things that will never happen.
I write was happened and what it did to me.
I write words that mean something to me.
And today I realized something.
The world is full of so much hate.
People are bound to disagree on certain things, but you don't have to hate them for it.
Today I felt the worst I have in a long time.
Today I cried harder than I have in a long time.
And today so many words flooded into my head and I have no way of writing them all down.
And I needed you to be there for me and you weren't.
I told you I had trouble forming words.
And all you told me was to "find them"
Oh I've found them.
They just don't make any sense.
I DONT MAKE ANY SENSE
