write, just.

the hardest part copy
















i would love to be known as a writer, but i don’t write often so that’s the ironic bit of it. but i love to write, i have all this thoughts, ideas, going through my head but then i grab a pencil and just like that, they are gone.

i realise, however, inspiration comes easier with a broken heart. it’s like i am so disappointed, so down, so broken to the core and all this emotions just come rushing through all together at one time. it is intense, i want to cry, i have one million thoughts running through my mind. they just keep coming, replaying in my head. again and again, and they are inspiration.

i just have to put them down in words.

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