Shoot your words into empty space if it's all you've got.
I keep typing and deleting. Plotting out words in my head and then erasing them in frustration. Each time I begin to write something important, the wrong words come and the product is anything but the feeling(s) I mean to explain. I have always worked through my internal troubles with verbalization-talking or writing them out to a listener. When that outlet no longer exists, the inner turmoil amplifies: bouncing around inside my head, beating against the doors that are supposed to release and solve such things...weakening the structural integrity and demanding more preoccupation with each impact. (This really is the cause of misguided outbursts. And all this time, I hadn't put much stock in that "bottled-up feelings" theory.)
...I just did it again. An hour of typing, deleted. I gave it the ol' read-over and hated the way I sounded. God...
(This is only semi-related, but) I need more people to talk to, fresh perspectives, but I don't know where, or how, to turn.
...I just did it again. An hour of typing, deleted. I gave it the ol' read-over and hated the way I sounded. God...
(This is only semi-related, but) I need more people to talk to, fresh perspectives, but I don't know where, or how, to turn.