I love writing

Some people wonder why others prefer writing letters than just picking up the phone and talk. I love writing, not because I am good at it but because I can. I grew up being judge by people that I'm close to (family) because of the words that comes out of my mouth. So, I chose to remain silent and they said that I was rude. So tell me, how to speak more than write.

I had never let people know of how I really felt. I only tell parts of the story but never the whole. Even if I'm upset or angry, I chose to hide myself in the corner and cry out every thing that I had bottled up. Eventually building up a wall around me, barely letting anyone in.

I'd resorted to writing. I learnt to express more of myself through words I imprint on random papers and blogs. What I wrote, even if its just tangled lines, that was how I felt at that moment. People think that they know me so well that even if I don't talk, they'll be able to decipher me. But they'll never really know what's going in my head and how my heart felt. Only this little piece of paper knows. My dirty little secret. Even I'm scared of being too happy. For fear all those will be taken away from me, for fear it wouldn't last. All because I am afraid of being judge.

I'm really amazed by how people can carelessly talk without weighing the consequences when they do. But, who am I to judge them? Probably like me, talking is a way of expressing themselves. And this, is how I express myself. Writing.

Of unwritten past, unspoken words... This is me

A smile can hide so many pains, a tear can show so many feelings

http://tercesyraid.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinker_13.html