Pain writes itself

I wanted to become a writer as long as I can remember and then someone told me if you want to write a book worth reading you have to travel get some experiences. Some time passed away and then one cold morning apocalypse happened after that I understood that if you want to write a book worth reading you don’t need to travel you don’t need experiences all you need is pain, and if your pain stays with you for enough time, if it hurts you enough it writes itself and after that morning I always felt like I have a void inside me and I filled it with the pain. From that moment on I was addicted to pain because I knew happiness left me a long time ago and I also knew the pain will never leave me. Today I am standing here and telling you all about my pain and how I filled pages with it. So what do you think all of this suffering and pain worth it?