I don't entirely know why I am writing this, this website only exists because of love gained and lost. I need a diary. Someone needs to read it, maybe because I'm into voyeurism but I like the idea of someone reading this. My thoughts are leaking through the roots in my heart and are starting welling up at my feet. I am dying. I am melodramatic. I need a drink. Someone shut me the fuck up.
I have always felt extremely wary of my poetry, it feels impossible to truly actually put into words how much I've been through. But also at the same time, it feels somewhat pointless. Why write it all down? Does every smile I have ever had need to be etched into stone and put into my tomb with me? Do I deserve that? Does anyone deserve that? It feels slightly a punishment to be remembered like that?