I don't know why it is the way it is.
When I'm angry, my writing grows more and more obscene. More and more unnecessary curse words, italicized for emphasis on screaming. I ramble and ramble because actually speaking and talking about how I feel is the last thing I want to do but the first thing I can.
When I'm smitten, it shows. It just shows through and the endings are all happy and I can't write unless it has a sweet moment, a tender exchange. I can't even think without smiling and that smile becomes the intent of the writing. I write to share the happiness.
It's completely transparent.
My writing is just completely transparent.
I think if you analyze my writing enough, you can know.
You can know me.
I hate that about it sometimes.
I grew up thinking there were certain things I just couldn't say.
ReplyDeleteWhen I write though, I realize that there's not a fucking thing that can't be said.
And I'm glad that I can get to know you through your writing.
You're enigmatic that way.