Unfortunately

Unfortunately it's only when I allow myself to write about my most critical feelings of sadness and depression that really drives the words to flow through my fingers. I don't feel creative during my most cheeriness. Isn't that a sad irony? I thought positive energy gave you creativity, not suck it out. Maybe that's why people always tell you to write about things that are real. That's when we're the most honest with ourselves--when we're unhappy or feeling a certain sadness about something. 

My thoughts feel incomplete but I keep pressing the Publish button anyway. It's a symbolism for how I treat most other things in my life. Clearly I'm not ready to move onto certain things or need more time to work on another, but I press that Send button anyway without re-looking at things thoroughly, only for it to be returned back to me later, this time, with worse consequences.