Letters To No One
The title comes from the idea that I’m writing these with someone in mind but they will never get what I’m sending, albeit due to them never finding this or I’ll never tell them. Journaling can be a difficult thing for many reasons. I think that I have to be consistent with it but that’s not true. While also believing nothing happens in my life or that no one will care about what I want to say. Yet somehow, I find myself yearning for this exact thing. Meaning there’s at least one other person who wants to hear about other people’s experience to know someone else has the same… problems…? Writing these entries feels like an adult version of the diary books I read as a child, and maybe there will be a happy ending but I have no clue because this is my life and it’s currently happening to me. Who knows what’s about to happen next, but I’ll tell you when I get the time. *Very melodramatic, I know.*