I write to touch with not my hands. I write to live, to learn and to conquer my lack of motivation, my fear of desperate communication and affection. I write to cure the ever aching bite at my wrists, to remind myself I am safe, and the version of me that tries to hurt me is not me. I am not coherent in those situations, It's simply a shell of my soul, where my soul cannot stand. Where my soul can feel the sour soil on which my vessel is standing. I write to remind myself the world is bigger than my own head, than the two environments I am used to living in ever since this pandemic started, it's hard to get out of here. My own head, my school, my house. It's hard to exist somewhere else, so I write. I write to remember and grow. 

I write to show that I am stronger than you all think I am, when I really am not.