sometimes i feel I never like what I write down. because whatever I write is part of this whole I can never express and by me writing only a part of it makes me feel like im misrepresenting the whole. When i think about dying, I feel sad about what I could be leaving behind because even the words you write can never be enough. every sentence is just a small breath against a lifetime of things to describe, things to not describe, things to say, things to not say. not that its a bad thing, but I'm sure no matter how much you try, you can never really translate all that you are into a form of expression. you just do what you can.
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