“Realistic writing kept me stable. It kept my mind less clustered by resting my soul; pouring it onto a blank canvas. I did not write just to pass time. I did not write to convince others into believing how depressing reality really was. I did not write for pity or sympathy in hopes to get some sort of comfort in return. I did not write for anyone but myself. Whenever I had written something whether it might have been about you or you or even you, just know that it was always for me.”
