It was an emotional rollercoaster for me
Above all those emotions, I was angry
And the only way I knew how to vent was writing
I wasn't a good writer
But I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote
After I am done writing what I feel, I draw lines above the words, hoping that whoever will find it wouldn't be able to read it due to the curves and lines I scribbled on it
Sometimes, I even have to burn some pages
And the words I put there were so dark, it shouldn't be known to others
I was so angry back then
And maybe that became a trigger of why I am so fucked up right now
