I write because it's part of me, but what I would want right now (and I mean this in the most sincere way, although this *is* the internet and you are given the permission to doubt my sincerity) is someone to talk to. Someone to pour this unsettling emotion, someone who'd listen and not judge, who'd just make me talk until I run out of steam, who'd make me realize that I'm not a complete lunatic who cries and laughs and talks about it in her blog..
I need someone real. I love writing, heaven knows it's one thing I know I'm pretty good at, but right now, I need someone who'll just let me talk but isn't inanimate; who'll just allow me to rant but isn't a blogging platform.
I have friends, I have many, in fact. But I don't want to burden them with my burdens and overwhelm them with my sudden gush of emotions.
Which is why, for now, I'm sticking to blogging.. while I pray that someone might listen to me.
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