To put it bluntly, I cant really write down something "happy". Sure, I could make a fictitious story that's happy, but I am unable to write down any of my 'happy' personal experiences. Perhaps it's due to my life not containing very many. Perhaps I hold on to them too tightly to even share. Perhaps my mind associates writing something down with traumatic events and coping. "Write something 'Happy'". Happiness, in my mind, cannot be described by words alone. It is so rare that my mind cannot fully comprehend how to explain it in words. However, it knows how to expel stress, rid itself of trama, and dilute pain and remorse. It knows anger, distrust, and loneliness. It understands confusion and stress. It knows what to avoid, and yet, like a small child whos hand they had burnt, it reaches towards the fire ever still.
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4 Years Of Memories.
RandomThis is how I feel and the things I could never say out loud, nonetheless in the moment. This will explain why I act and feel the way I do. There are a select few people that need to see this. It's been waiting for too long.
