Somewhere along the road, I got lost. Out of nowhere I was left standing in the air without any support. I am LOST. I don't have something that is mine. Something to feel proud and to say: "Yes, I worked hard to achieved it and it's all mine."
Sometimes, people won't act like I would like or they won't comprehend me. I feel frustrated and mad that people won't take me seriously. I just want to prove everyone wrong. I want them to feel bad and regret everything they have ever said about me and my family.
"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
jueves, 26 de diciembre de 2013
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Sometimes my sadness feels too heavy that I forget how to breath and fake a smile.
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CHAOS doesn't´t surround me I am CHAOS.
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