Hah, writing. Just another one of my favorite things. But why is it just so hard when you feel your life is all messed up? Or it just seems your world’s been turned upside down. And you don’t know why…

Confusion. Just another one of those things I hate. Your confused but you don’t understand why. Your confused about your confusion. And I don’t even get my own confusion.

But there’s only one thing left to do when you feel there’s nothing or nobody left. Write. Write out everything. But what if you don’t know what to write? Or how to type out all your emotions? What if you can’t spell it out? What if you really don’t know how to spell? What if you just don’t know what to say, or even how to say it? What if your feeling so many things that everything doesn’t fit on a piece of paper. What if you feel like how I feel right now?

Well, I’m trying to write. Something good, I guess. Something that maybe could make you question yourself. Or the complete opposite. But what is the oppisite?