justgurl1-

Writing is my outlet, sometimes, other times it involves ripping my room apart. Literally.

I found out one day, after a close family member of mine died, we had gotten an essay as homework. I was so angry, no not sad but angry, I hated the fact that a family member died, and i thought it was because of me.

So, with no further adue, I wrote the essay, letting all my frustration out on the page through the pen.

I gave it in the next day, and the teacher was impressed, saying that normally I wouldn't even listen to a word she would say, which was quite true, but back at the story in hand, said that i had a skill of writing, and got an A for it. And when i came home, i was like........ HELL YES MOTHERFUCKER!!

For the first time after that, i stopped being depressed, and started writing things of my own, but no one ever saw them, and might never will. So you see, if you let just the slightest bit of happiness into you, it heals you mentally. 

Just sayin that was some heart to heart, just forget you ever read that, I'm not a softie.