This was a draft that I didn't manage to even start. Well, maybe I did write something like a few words or a complete sentence. I just didn't post it. Which either meant I felt it was unnecessary or my thoughts were not able to be expressed in a manner that I would have preferred. Whatever it is, I knew I was feeling angry and stressed at that moment 🤬
Now, let's talk about the present.
I was just thinking about the good old days when I used to be obsessed with writing and expressing my feelings in the form of words and made up stories. The thought came about as I sat somewhere, waiting for my parents to pick me up after work.
I thought to myself, maybe the reason I am drawn towards fiction stories and writings is that I could talk to anyone and be anyone without feeling uneasy or judged for doing somthing odd or out of the ordinary.. I used to write fiction back in high school. It was a great passion that helped me befriend people that did not exist in real life. It kept me company as I was a loner (I still am)...
Anyway, what I was trying to point out was that writing was a friend in need. Surely we are familiar with the saying, 'a friend in need is a friend indeed'. It means that when you needed someone the most, he or she is there for you. Well, in my case, the 'friend'is not a living, breathing homosapien. And I'm fine with that. No problem.
Plus, I don't handle humans well. I prefer cats anyway 🐈
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