Have you ever had those days where you struggle to express how you feel? When you just want to scream it out loud but either you can’t find the right words or words just aren’t enough to convey the intensity of the emotions that you feel.
I can feel it creeping in me. Like a spider that has burrowed its way into my skin, into my flesh, into my bones. Finding its way to the very fabric of my weakness.
I hate this.
I sometimes think I’m some sort of cyborg created by aliens to gather data on humans. If this is true, I think they may have made me too life like for my own good. They should send me back to the mother ship to fix these bugs called ’emotions’, it’s tampering with my data.
Unlike most of you that dwell here, I’m not that fond of writing. Words don’t come easy to me. Especially if it’s written down. It feels like the words burn through my skin, stabs it way out of my fingers as it tries to crawl its way out of the pen.
Writing, as silly as this may sound, makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. Naked.
Write, edit, erase. I try my best to rephrase every sentence as to not show as much skin. I almost always end up frustrated and just trash everything altogether. Which is stupid, I know. Hence, this blog. Unedited, raw words. Fresh from my mind and finger tips.