This isn't a story.
Today, I decided to use this platform as a journal. So, if you're reading this, you might get bored since there is no beginning, plot, end or whatever a story must have. This is just me talking to myself. Why? Cause no one else will...right?
I think you can relate to that part wherein you discover yourself talking yourself. Sometimes, even if you're always trying to be with them you will always find yourself alone. Not lonely. But just alone...
I think by nature we need to communicate, be affectionate and feel connected. But what if you tried and no one else is there. See? That's how I discover writing. I always find it calming to express myself by playing with words. It's music to me.
I actually had an experience back in high school days when I consider my pen and paper as my best friends. Weird, right? Indeed. But it saved me several times now. From the chaos outside, from the loneliness, from the questions I do not have answers.
So, this isn't a story. This is just me being me. I will let know if there's something I can think of or maybe if I'm alone again, lost and no one else is there to talk to.
See? You can do the same. Until then, hang tight buddy. You're doing okay and everything will be okay.
-self at 1:51 am, Dec 9th
