An escape from reality, even just for a while. It’s a drug – never enough. As letters start spreading on pages, I start to feel a familiar sort of satisfaction
It happens to the best of us. And when it does, it sucks. Because writing is my passion and my escape. I get frustrated when I cannot write
It’s the demons in your head telling you that you cannot. It’s the hurricane of emotions that you allow yourself to feel. It’s the thoughts speeding through that keep you captive
If you know me well, then you would know that watching random videos on YouTube is one of my favourite things to do. Nothing says lazy than binge watching rubbish for hours on end
