Pieces Of Mind

I've always gotten something out of expressing myself. It doesn't really matter to whom, or even if it's to anyone at all. My expressiveness isn't about getting attention or making a bloody spectacle of myself. The desire stems from something deeper than that, something I don't entirely understand yet. What I get out of expressing myself I don't know, but it fulfills me to put a piece of myself out there, regardless as to whether anyone looks or cares or whatever. It comes out in everything, from my writing to the way I dress or do my makeup, to how I talk to people or random **** I do, just because I feel like it. I'm addicted to myspace but I barely get any comments on it... it's not about networking to me. It's about saying what's on my mind and using it as a medium for expression. Once I was told by a seer at my old college that I am one of the more expressive people God has ever created, and that I could use it somehow. I'm still trying to figure out how it can be useful... honestly, some days it seems like  just about the most pointless damned trait on the planet, just projecting pieces of myself outward at random. But I'm not going to stop expressing myself just because it isn't useful. To me, that doesn't matter so much. It's a passion. It is what it is, and it's begotten some decent writing here and there if nothing else.

GirlAnachronism13 GirlAnachronism13
18-21, F
1 Response Feb 11, 2010

Good for you. It's taken me a long time to be expressive. I'm finally getting the hang of it as I share my life with the world on my blog: http://www.wifetellsall.blogspot.com<br />
I'm finding being honest and expressing myself is therapeutic.