In here

Sometimes, I write when I’ve got nothing better to do.

I actually have a lot to do today so I feel like I’m getting away with something. A little rush of endorphins when I do something I shouldn’t be doing. Like speeding. Like pulling a fast one. It’s bad, I know it and I don’t care. So, I’m writing.

Sometimes, I write when I’m sad.

It’s terrible, my “sad” writing. Awful. Burn it now.

Sometimes, I write when I’m feeling cocky.

Sometimes, I write when I can’t talk to someone.

Sometimes, I just look at the cursor flashing | | | | | | | | | | .

Mostly, I write to get it out there.

Not my words, thoughts or feelings. I don’t feel compelled to express myself like that. I need to get it out there because it often isn’t doing me any good in here. It has to go somewhere else. I don’t necessarily share all that.

Thank you for reading.

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