They say if you want to be a great writer, you need to feel pain.
Who says that?
I do.
Because I've lived it.
This generation is bleeding behind screens and forced smiles.
People don't LOVE anymore, they entertain themselves with your feelings until they get bored.
Sanity? That's a luxury!
If you've held onto yours, hold it tighter.
And no, this isn't just about heartbreak, or any teenage shit.
It's about the arguing no one heard in childhood bedrooms.
It's about crying in silence while everyone else laughed in the other room.
It's about pretending you were okay because "kids have nothing to stress about."
It's about learning to swallow pain like it's water. Draining slowly. Losing that "spark"
Who would've thought the quiet girl in the corner, the one hugging a pillow tighter than any person ever held her,
would grow up to write?
Write, not because she wants attention, but because it's the only way to survive.
They say, "Don't overshare. People get annoyed." "people will talk" "people will judge"
But no one warned me how heavy it gets when you keep it all in.
So I write.
Maybe I'll be great.
Maybe I won't.
But at least I won't be buried under my own silence.