Writing is What I Do Best

so here i am, while listening to the song ALWAYS by JON BON JOVI and trying to figure things out. Yes its hard. this past days, i cant seem to find enough reason to stay put and pull my self on the real world.
i sleep at 6am and wake up by 3 in the after noon. thats not doing me any good i know.
yes its hard when im trying to understand my self better and i cant find enough words to describe the emotion that is inside me.
yes its hard when all i think about is the wrong doings that i did in life and i cant seem to find enough courage to let my inner self out flow the unknown emotion i have inside.
yes! its hard when i kept on thinking about a lot of nonsense things and end up realizing that i am not making any sense after all.
then i start to laugh. just laugh hard.
so im not on my manic stage now not even in my depress stage. i am just what i am.
i was in the bathroom late this night, having my regular night bath, when i realize common things: the need to express the feelings that i silently keep inside my heart.
the need to evaluate my inner self after writing.
the need to pour the emotions so that i wont have any baggage as i travel my life alone.
so here i am...
this is what i do best when im confuse.
this is what i do best when i feel unsure about my self.
this is what i do best when things get out its normal way.
this is what i do best.
WRITING.