A piece of my heart to you 💜

11: 21 pm

Laying on my bed and thinking it has been long I have written. But are there things to write? Yes. Can I write them? No.

I find it easy to convey my emotions through poems and writings, but nowadays it’s hard. 
And this is not some creative block thing, nor do I know what it is. 
Too many emotions are running through my mind that I find it hard to process them. I am even scared to do that, so that I won’t wallow myself in sadness while there are other emotions not touched yet.
How sad
I just go with the flow now; as life brings it, I take it. I don’t spend too much time thinking of what made me sad; rather, I would just use another thought to cover it, but my mood will still not change, and I will start to wonder why I am moody.
Right now, I am still not saying it all; I am touching the surface of my feelings. I don’t know if that’s a coping mechanism or not, but I think I am getting tired of it. But can I stop? Yes. Would I stop? No.
Sometimes, I will just break down in tears, and when I am done, I will be asking myself why I was crying.
I’m not done writing, but just reading what I have written from the beginning till now, I broke down in tears.
Again?
It’s really hard to be vulnerable, even if I believe otherwise.

Sigh
I think I am done. More to say, less of words. Tomorrow will be a better day and I would have forgotten about yesterday, I hope.

Another thing, I think I am starting to have the attributes of those who have hurt me, but that’s a conversation for another day.
 
I have been listening to Let Me Know by L.A.X. and Pot of Gold by Young Jonn, and these two songs don’t even relate with what I am facing 😹

Anyhow sha

This is a piece of my heart in words.
xoxo