I hated writing. For awhile, I couldn’t stand it.
Now, I love it. I write every single morning. I write about my feelings. The things that come out on the page are beautiful.
The poetry is, however, laced with remorse, rejection, and heartbreak. I write because of you. My words express the pressure that consumes me through your words.
I hated writing, but it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.