I Express Myself Through Writing
I had a story.
Unfortunately it has vanished. And not because I have vanished. Not because I have wasted all of my time thinking I could have a purpose in this world. Not because I ran away to clear my head. Not because others are more important. Not because I can't find my way in this restless life. Not because there is negativity nibbling at me. Not because I have no family. Not because no one expects me to have a story. Not because no one cares. Not because my thoughts are too shallow. Not because I am holding back this big secret that is going to tear every bit of my life apart. My story has vanished because I clicked "Browse Groups" after I have written a full page of expressing myself and did not realize that it would erase my entire work.
So there's my story.
Unfortunately it has vanished. And not because I have vanished. Not because I have wasted all of my time thinking I could have a purpose in this world. Not because I ran away to clear my head. Not because others are more important. Not because I can't find my way in this restless life. Not because there is negativity nibbling at me. Not because I have no family. Not because no one expects me to have a story. Not because no one cares. Not because my thoughts are too shallow. Not because I am holding back this big secret that is going to tear every bit of my life apart. My story has vanished because I clicked "Browse Groups" after I have written a full page of expressing myself and did not realize that it would erase my entire work.
So there's my story.
