I want to write.
I want to write non-stop. Until my fingers start to cramp and give out. I want to write about every single detail, thought, or emotion that I have ever had. I want to write about what my eyes see. I want to tell things that no diary could handle.
But I can't.
I want to write non-stop. Until my fingers start to cramp and give out. I want to write about every single detail, thought, or emotion that I have ever had. I want to write about what my eyes see. I want to tell things that no diary could handle.
But I can't.