I need to vent my angst.

The only way for me to survive is to write. I am convinced of this. Staring at a blank page is better than not staring at a blank page. I’m going to write until my brain pours out my ears. Heartache is a beautiful thing. I have to remember that. Always. Without it, I will most certainly give up and let myself fall into the abyss that is this world. I must stay afloat, at all costs. I must not disappoint myself.