I haven’t wrote since my last post. For the non writer in me, that’s just been a month. However, for the writer in me, it’s been 3,097,383 seconds of me not being able to explain myself. It’s been me trying to figure out what’s going on with me emotionally and figuring out how to express it. Not being able to sucked. Writing it out on paper is a coping mechanism for me. It helps more than anything. Even in the silence, it doesn’t silently judge you. It doesn’t interrupt. It understands, and it allows you all the time you need. So in those last few seconds of this 35th day in the 20th hour of not writing, I managed to find the words to say. And of course, I placed them on paper. Hope you like it.