The answer is simple, I do not devote a lot of time to it because the only thing I actually know how to do is writing. Unfortunately enough, I prefer writing in my second language so I end up not being skillful (maybe talented) at all.
However, I only write for two purposes: to cleanse my soul or to share positive, but intense experiences. And, though I still have toxicity to get rid of, and strong, beautiful feelings too, I have acquired some kind immunization trough the years, so I don’t really feel the need to vent.
Sadly, the same applies to the positive. Is this how growing up feels?
See? I needed to vent today. Thanks for the read :) I think I’ll do this more often so I don’t get to this point again.