Everyday I know that writing will help me feel better. Help get out my feelings. Frustrations. But I almost don't want to document all the aggravating things. Because then I'm admitting they're real. That they actually happened. And then I need to deal with them. So I let things boil inside of me. And I swallow my words. I bite my tongue. I smile and I nod. I dust things under the carpet. I pretend like nothing is going on.
I can last like this. Right?