What I Do on Repeat

I always go back to three things in life: Reading, writing, and listening to sad songs. It goes on repeat.

I find myself soothing and calming my heart with those activities, especially writing.

It feels very close and almost like a ritual to me. I write my heart out, my opinion, concerns, sadness, anger, and any other emotions that I don't even know the names of.

Writing was my only friend growing up. When I had nobody to rely on, I wrote pages and books of everything I wanted to share. Just like how people told friends how their days went on, favourite movies and songs, and even crushes.

I did the same. I still keep my diaries where I cursed my siblings out of simple matters, a list of my dreams and wish lists.

I can only be naked when writing. That's when I peel out this vulnerable self to bleed and dry.

Now, what do I do?