When I write I feel as if things pour out of me, feelings, trips, memories. It's like my brain snaps sometimes and says "write about this" or "ooooo let's do this". And I start. Sometimes it wants to be honest and write an entire entry on one thing. But other times it wants me to write stuff that means nothing close to what I'm thinking of. Sometimes I like my brain, other times it's my worse enemy, (when crushes or dreams are involved I tend to hate my brain). But sometimes my brain has these visions where I can see certain things in front of me, a stage, certain faces, sometimes it's a phone and on it is a text conversation. Basically, if you haven't met a daydreamer, boy do I daydream. Pretty sure 2/3 of my daily life is all daydreaming about living in L.A or about dating my celebrity crush. But when my brain comes really in handy is when I write. I say words and feel them and sometimes it doesn't make sense, but man I love it. I doesn't have to make sense to others. As long as I understand, everything is ok, right?
