…And when all else fails, I can write.

I’ve never been good with people - I can understand and communicate with them only occasionally, in certain circumstances. And even then, there are periods when human interaction is impossible.

There are periods where I’ve gone long enough without it, that it’s become unbearable to even entertain the idea of it.

In those moments, I seek out the silence, and bury myself in it. It’s the oldest friend I have.

I’ve only ever been good with one thing - writing. Finding decent words, and placing them in an order that makes sense has come easy to me, where almost everything else has been difficult. I can understand writing.

Even if it takes a little while for it to come out, even if it’s only intended to be read by myself.

Even if I never want to see a single line of it again in my life, after it’s been written.

 
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