The Absence of Words.

I envy those who could write every single thing in their life, especially their lowest, darkest and saddest moments, so freely and openly for everyone to read. I sallute them.
I can never do the same.

I've started writing in my journal again.
My physical journal.
With an actual pen.

My pen write words I simply can never share through the soft clicks of a keyboard, publicly.
My journal keeps my soul, sane.

FootNote: And one of the things I despise the most, is when the uninvited invades a journal. 9Gag Bitch Please face.