I wish I had the talent and patience to express my feelings. I cannot write poetry, I hate it. I hate writing it, I hate being forced to write it. I hate interpreting it for English. But, I love reading it. I digest it. Think about how it applies to me. I like when others share my pain and they can express it for me. Somehow when someone writes something for me, it's like they've said it all. That's all I wanted, someone to understand. And then someone does, and writes about it. I pretend I'm them and the entire weight is lifted off of my shoulders. I like that feeling. And I thank Julian for that.
It's not even poetry that I can't write. I can't write short stories either. I think that's why I blog. *conceded moment*. I think the reason I blog is for myself. To express myself. One thing I know how to do is write about me. About my day, about my friends, and even about my parents. I can do that. Not well, but I can. It's like an online diary. No one reads this. I'm fine with that. I'm not in it to please YOU. I'm in it for ME. When "famous" people blog I think they do it more as a show. Example: Kristina Horner. Don't get me wrong, I love her and all but I don't think she blogs for herself. So, I've given up reading hers along with many others.
Blah blah blah *insert more complaining and self loathing*
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Sorry it took me so long to see this, I'm behind on my Reader list.
There are many ways to express feelings, not all of which are text. Do you ever draw, do music, sculpture, or dance? I think our culture is too hung up on the idea that language=words.
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