Stories

It's like a book, they say - just read your story aloud.
I'm sorry, but that's just not going to happen.

Before the words come memories and with the words come emotions and not necessarily happy ones.
More often than not, words and incidents you want to forget.
Deja vu of this kind isn't good for you. It takes you back and stuffs you in that context again - everything you did to get over it, be strong and pull through, all falls away. And you're back to square one - same anger, same tears, same broken heart.

Not again.

Return.

This is nice. The longer I go without pouring out what I want to say, the more things I have to leave out because there's simply too much anger in the words that come rushing from my...fingertips, in this case.
Nevertheless, when you're silenced in every other manner, what better to do that to type your sorrows away?