I feel like I write best when I’m at my worst. I want to tell my story but every time I read something… I feel like I lose the ability to write.
I want to share my poetry too. It’s a huge part of me. But I feel like if I let it go I’ll lose a part of me. Writing is the only thing that makes stuff better, keeps me from relapsing, that, and my friends and the support of everyone who has ever left a comment on this blog. I feel like I need to start again. I’ve been looking for Wonderland in all the wrong places. Which is the real reason I changed my name.
I like the idea of having my poems in a book. I’m not quite sure if I like the idea of sharing it with people. I think I’m going to write it though and maybe not share it with everyone. Just the people who got me through this. Consider this post, a promise of a copy of whatever my writing turns into at the end of it.
Hi, I’m Adria