Soundproof

I think my written (and spoken) English is horrible, to be honest.

When anger consumes me and I start tearing while lying on my bed, millions of unhappy memories rushes into my mind like and snippets of these unhappy events replay in my mind. And all of a sudden I have so many things I want to say, so many feelings I want to express as words or pictures. Sometimes pictures just come into my mind and I tell myself, hmm I want to draw this out. But having a picture in your mind and creating a picture with a pencil is different. And most of the time I can't think straight when I'm angry. Or sad.

And the thing that comes after pictures are words. But my words never seem to do my thoughts justice. Lots of things I have in my brain but only to be summarised as a few sentences on my blog. It's just not right.

Sometimes

I wish my command of English was better.

I wish I could draw better.

I wish I could express whatever is on my mind better.

And I really wish someone could understand me better.