I just think I need to vent out today, right now, at this moment. My head throbs for all these random thoughts I have inside. It’s just too much that it hurts already.
Writing down my thoughts helps me so much. It’s therapeutic to me but I am not a writer, I’m not good in it. I like reading a lot. I read a lot. I could be good in reading. News, articles, blogs, novels, pdfs, all sorts. But I’m never good in writing. I guess because what I have in head are like electrons in an atom – freely moving on its orbit without any particular direction.
I’m clueless where THIS will lead me, where my thoughts are going, where the words are heading me. I just need to write it down. Because if I don’t, I feel like I would just explode and breakdown any minute.
I don’t write for other people to amaze them and inspire them. I don’t write to entertain them. And for the record, I don’t write to impress anyone, or to satisfy their emotions. It may sound selfish, but I write for myself. Because it’s the only way to trail my thoughts in one concept. Obviously, now isn’t like that. I write because it helps me calm down. It helps me shut my mouth but still voice out my emotions.
My emotions. The very reason why I’m complicated as a person. My emotions. Also the reason why I am here. My writings are reflection of myself. These words are personal to me. Because every word has my emotions. The words say it all.
I am like an electron right now. I’m revolving around my cloud, randomly. Confuse to why I am doing this but I know I have to. An elementary particle because I have no known composition and substructure. Most of all, because I am negatively charged.