by SubstancelessBlue » March 10th, 2013, 12:06 pm
Writing really helps me. It allows me to look back on things that have hurt me in a more objective way in order to understand them better and accept them. A lot of it's shitty, also. Sometimes I scribble over what I've written in anger. I did write something out that I want to put behind me and forget, then I tried to burn it. It didn't go well, I burnt my finger and the was getting out of hand so really half is burned and the rest is ripped up in the trash. It was..freeing, though.
"I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there."
-Elm, Sylvia Plath