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Every time I sit down to write whatever these feelings are in me that I need to write about I always end up deleting it all and starting over.
I've written pages for myself and they still don't let me feel fulfilled. I feel like I need to let everything flow out but it's being stopped up by something. I want to explain this feeling and these connections but I can't because their nature makes any explanation ridiculously below-par.
Life is. Love is. Connections are. That’s all I can explain and feel. I hate when I feel boring. There is so much for me to say but nothing feels right except feeling. Words are just cheap knock-offs.
Edit: My words are just cheap knock-offs. I am my own judegment, I'm still warding off nonexistant universals.
I've written pages for myself and they still don't let me feel fulfilled. I feel like I need to let everything flow out but it's being stopped up by something. I want to explain this feeling and these connections but I can't because their nature makes any explanation ridiculously below-par.
Life is. Love is. Connections are. That’s all I can explain and feel. I hate when I feel boring. There is so much for me to say but nothing feels right except feeling. Words are just cheap knock-offs.
Edit: My words are just cheap knock-offs. I am my own judegment, I'm still warding off nonexistant universals.