cjane’s notebook

Most of the time, specially when I’m alone and overthinking, it feels like my mind is full of everything and it’s going to explode. Words are overflowing, and I write them to free up my head; rambled words, aimlessly written; in any of my notebooks, on a sheet of paper, on a tissue, on my notepad, anywhere. But sometimes, I open them again, look at them and rewrite them, remembering how I felt, expressing those feelings with poetry and stories.