pent up

There is something about writing that makes me feel as though I'm wiped clean of all my pressing emotional issues. Truth be told I'm not but the fact that I can write them all down and not know who reads or what is taken from it by anyone who reads it makes me feel like I am braver than I am. Because although half of the words I type I would never say in person, I still feel better because atleast theyre out of me. I feel strongest when I'm alone, because I can be anything I want, and anyone who wants to approach me takes the risk of meeting someone new and has no idea who I am. I love strangers, they're fun. They don't care about where you've been they care about what you're doing and what you bring to the conversation and what you can relate to with them. Sometimes strangers are just as alone, worn, happy, or eager as you. The best conversations I've ever had and the happiest feelings I get come from strangers, sometimes just watching them and making up stories about them in my head, makes it fun. To think where they came from, or what they're doing, or why are they so happy or angry. People are fascinating and they're everywhere, being bored is never an option and you can always learn something about yourself from a stranger.