I don’t know since when i have this habit to write down any deep thoughts related to my feelings.
Deep thoughts that i cant tell anyone verbally because they are too long/complicated to tell.
And because right now, without her around, i simply don’t have anyone to tell my thoughts and feelings to without them judging, ignoring and/or interrupting me.
She believes in the power of words. I guess i’m starting to as well.
Q : Is this a diary ?
A : Maybe. I think so. More or less, Yes. Probably.
Q : You write poems too, are you a writer ?
A : I don’t know what is your definition for “writer” but I think i am not.
Q : Why do you whine a lot about a certain person in your writings ?
A : Heartsick. Read my posts and let my writings describe me.
Q : Does she knows your writings ?
A : Some of them, yes. I told her this blog, but I’m not sure if she’s read all my post.
Q : So when you’re done with heartsick, you’re not going to post anymore ?
Haven’t decided that yet. No. I’m still going to post things.
Q : How can i contact you personally ?
A : firstname.lastname@example.org
Q : That’s one shitty throwaway email.
A : And that’s not a question. But yeah, i know.
I made this blog as a place for me to publicly post my random writings while still being anonymous. Or at least i think i am, being anonymous.
Please ignore any word and/or grammar mistakes.
English is not my first language.