I Write Because I Can't Say ItI've never been very good at saying what I mean so instead I used to keep my mouth shut. I never saw a problem with it until all of these things I believed I couldn't say started to eat me inside. Each little thought, each little idea was like a knife in my head so I weren't to speak without so many words.
Things going unsaid is why I write now. I like information and I like exposing people for who they really are but I can't do that as me, so I write it down. Each person I meet, each thing that I think about them, each thing I want to say to them but never will, I put it in my own words for others to read, but they never know that it's me.
I think I would go insane without this little freedom but then it makes me think: Of all the things that go unsaid with me, how much is going unsaid with other people?
I wonder if we'll ever truly know what everyone else is thinking if don't all just say what we think, but that'll never happen so I guess some things are better left unsaid.