Problems

I write about people. It's my thing. People look at me and they see the girl who writes descriptions of other people. Not just any descriptions, detailed ones. Every twitch of the head, every curve of the arm, and every strand of hair is captured on paper. The descriptions are of everyone around me, friends, family, strangers who look interesting. I'm the only person I've never even thought of writing about. It's a sort of boundary that keeps me from facing my problems. Problems, they're what started this whole beautiful mess. They're what I keep avoiding, and what I must learn to face.