4th
Read my life
Writing sometimes helps me express things that I could never come out with verbally. It’s really therapeutic, and it helps me think more about certain situations because I read over what I write and wonder if it was me outside of that box, would that be ok? Would that fly with me if it was my friend going through that? If I was a stranger hearing this story, would I think that’s normal?
Also, I can’t help but use my life as one big dramatic play. It’s interesting that way, even if the things that happen are really small, minor things going on. It makes things a little more fun. Especially when things are getting a little boring, and it seems nothing is going on.
Because I’ve kept so many accounts of my life, starting with my teenage years, I’ve always thought about writing some type of book, but I realize that in reality, my life is not that interesting, especially to perfect strangers. But it’s always fun to think it is.