I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can see a version of my life where it all becomes meaningless. On a good day, writing seems noble. Other times, it's narcissistic and pointless.
I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.
I've always had a little bit of darkness, and I've always been someone who was grieving. I had kind of had a tumultuous upbringing living in an abusive home, so for me, writing has always been a point of catharsis.
It brings me no joy and not enough comfort to dwell too much on things I've said or written or made or worn in the past.
I write as a way of keeping myself going. You build your life around writing, and it's what gets you through. So it's partly just curiosity to see what you can do.
Writing is sort of putting a puzzle together halfway. Then, performing it has always been the completion of it. Once that happens, I'm feeling verbally communal with other people. It's out there and I feel so much better about it.
I never sit down and write. I just sorta let things form in my brain.
Writing is sweat and drudgery most of the time. And you have to love it in order to endure the solitude and the discipline.
I write in order to find out what I truly know and how I really feel about certain things. Writing requires me to go much deeper into my thoughts and memories than conversation does. Writing provides the solitude necessary to reflect on being in this world.
Frankly, I have always dreaded writing - there always seemed to be pain involved, unpleasant self-examination and a lot of fear.
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