Escape.

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Writing feels like my only escape. The only way i can say the words ive been choking down for years. The only thing i feel good at. Yet no matter how much i look at the letters and form the words in my head my brain still continues to mix them up. Changing P's to B's it all just looks like a page full of baby talk. How am i supposed to be good at writing when im too illiterate to read the words i put down. Once again something i am not good at that i once felt i was.

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