Chaotic Mind and Broken Soul

Writing

In writing, I found my worth, when I usually felt useless in this world. I feel like every piece I wrote is worthy of something.

In writing, I found my purpose, when in reality, I question my self worth. I feel like I can actually do something.

In writing, I don't have to live up with anyone's expectation but my own. No unwanted expectations, no pressure, no disappointments, only free will.

In writing, I can be who I am. I can actually come out of the shell I have been hiding for a long time to get away from all the judgement and the expectations; what people expected me to be and become.

In writing, I can express myself. When in reality I tend to keep quite. I can make them at least understand.

In writing, I found my happiness. Making people happy because of something that I made. Providing happiness by simply typing and writing words, makes me happy.

In writing, I realized I can be functional. I can do it better than anything else that I actually can.

In writing, I feel like I can actually do something. Reading genuine praises and honest reviews, it is so overwhelming that it makes my heart want to pop and burst in happiness.In writing, I can make a difference. I can write something that's been trapped inside my mind and make people relate to every word I say.

In writing, I know I'm not alone. With every encouraging word from a reader, makes a huge difference into how you view things.

In writing, I found my strength, knowing that there are whole lot of other writers like me. Who becomes bold and true when writing.

In writing, I know I can make it. Because if it wasn't for writing, I have already been dead. Writing became my outlet to everything. When nobody wants to listen, I write it all down. When I'm sad, I write it all down. And instantly, as if talking to a friend, I feel better. When I'm happy, and everybody else is busy to listen, I write and I read it all when I'm sad or feeling lonely. Writing made me stronger.

In writing, I have learn a lot.
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