my blog secret

I let an empty Microsoft Word document and my fingers do all the work when I write. If I allow my brain to be a part of the process, my heart wouldn’t be allowed to say all of the stuff it would like to. Most of my writing tends to be sad I will admit. I can’t help what my heart feels and what my heart wants known, though. I may post a story of a girl that cries for help, or a few paragraphs on a confused woman searching for love in all the wrong places; with every story comes a story of my own. I find myself becoming the girl crying for help on the streets because my heart takes me there. I turn into a woman who only wants love but doesn’t know where to find the love she’s desperate for. My heart makes me into whatever it tells my fingers to type because some little part of me is all of those depressing situations. It might be a different story, the details might be skewed, but the end result becomes the same person with the same feelings, a girl who just wants to be longed for.

I love to write when I feel lonely. I love letting my emotions free. I find myself covering up all these feelings that are dying to be “felt” again. But when I write, all the feelings are felt so strongly it scares me. This is my release, my sanctuary. This is a me that most people don’t know. If I became open and let familiar faces read my writings, I would die of humiliation. These words I type are my little secret. I hide my blog, to be honest. I want this blog to be a place of unknown people from far away places so that whatever I write can be from the bottom of my heart. I don't want to change my blog's openness because I find joy in it being like this.

I do not give out URL's to this website. Oh, no no no.