The Unsent Words of a Girl Left Behind

These are the words I wish I could tell the people in my life that I'm too afraid to say. Sometimes it's letters, sometimes it's messages to readers, and sometimes I just want to write. In a sense, I need a journal that still lets me feel heard. I can't keep the thoughts inside my head anymore because if you keep holding something rather light at first like a soda, you're fine. A bit longer and it's achey, and a while longer you're sore and in pain. Hold it for a whole day and your arm is flaming and you want to let go but your fingers feel numbed and locked around it. That's what my stress is doing to me. I just need to set the soda down.