Writing therapy (I suppose).

Sometimes life is so strange and you don’t understand why,no matter how much you try. And those times you can get really frustrated because you want to own your time in here,to take your decisions and to be able to control the things that are happening to you.

Sometimes your soul is crying and screaming inside but you just fool everyone with a fake smile because you’re so good at making it look real.

Sometimes you meet people at the wrong time and place,but you learned so far that actually everything happens at the perfect time and for all the right reasons and it drives you crazy because now it doesn’t make any sense.

And sometimes you just can’t sleep for hours trying to figure it out as you always do,but this time the more you think,worse is getting.

Sometimes it’s so damn hard to accept what it is, to let go and to trust. Lessons that you were sure you managed to learn so far. But no,life wanted to prove you wrong.

And a million thoughts are racing through your head and you want to scream to let them out so you can just sleep and forget about everything even if only for a few hours. But you can’t. And then you just want to cry until you fall asleep exhausted. But again,you can’t. So you write. After such a long time,you write again and you just don’t care how it will look, you don’t review it and you don’t correct it, because these words are alive,rushing out from your darkest corners so fast you have to struggle to catch them,otherwise they’ll be lost forever. You don’t want to.The pain is so real you know it’s another important lesson,even if you don’t fully understand it yet,but you want to be able to come back in the same place when you will need to.

You really hope writing will help in some way this time as you have no other sane option left.

Sometimes you don’t get closure.