The Gift

I don't know how to write when i'm happy. It takes spouts of depression or negative feelings and emotions to "inspire" me. I really feel the most clear about myself after a depressed time. That's when I have epiphany's about myself. And now since i'm doing better, I don't have those as much anymore. It's what I miss most about hating my life. I am honestly not as deep without all that pain. I hate that. My thoughts used to set me apart from others. And while I still think, in a sense, that they do, they are not as profound or as frequent. Now it almost takes another person telling me their problems to access and sort through my deeper thoughts. So for now, when i'm doing well, I unfortunately don't have as much to write about. Maybe I can teach myself to access my inner deepness without all the pain. I just don't know where to start.

Eight

Hold me