Writing is my therapist, my lover and the shoulder I cry on.
To write, I need pain. I need sadness.
To make my mind spin, I need sorrow. I need to worry.
To make me feel, I need tears. I need heartbreak.
But I am happy and content. I am in love. I feel devoted.
I feel so alive. I feel whole again.
Writing about happiness is something I have not yet explored.
Give me grief and I will give you a novel.
Give me love and I will give you silence.
I am not a love letter, I am a sad note.