June 2012
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A thought.
I wish I could express my feelings into words. But I can’t. There are too many. I think I would just feel worse seeing them written down in a clever prose with an overuse of hurtful adjectives and adverbs. It’s safer in my mind. “How are you?” they ask. “I’m fine,” I respond. I can’t tell a person how I am. How can you do that when you don’t know who you are? I am afraid to explain because I can’t. They won’t understand me. I don’t even understand me. I can’t be a writer. There are only a finite amount of words in the English language. What did I even just type right now? Nevermind.
“The easiest thing to feel is sadness.”
—Justin Vernon (via crispyrealisation)
