The thing about writing is, it causes you to acknowledge things within yourself that most spend their lives burying.

"there's nothing to writing, you just sit at a typewriter and bleed"

I am destructive to my own happiness. I'm in a consistent battle with this chaotic realm of emotions. I'm afraid to keep writing, because the only reason i'm winning is that i'm ignoring them.

We can only fool ourselves for a little while until we're choking on the truth. I kept pretending all those stolen moments were fine, but now I know I was hurting you and my denial wasn't saving any of us.