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Sad me, I guess

 Well here we go

My insecurities on a page----hoping another soul relates.


The hardest thing I have realized in this world is going through anything alone

From puberty to silly anxieties nothing has to be done alone but how can you be open

when the only thing we learn about human nature is 'keep your enemies close, your friend is your worst enemy, don't show them anything...'

Well that is that I guess so this is my first write on this page... 

Which I know no one will bother reading i mean everyone has their own anxieties or life problems to deal with already.


Well like most of those that find it hard, naturally to live in this world of many similar yet so broken enough to die creatures, I write to relieve my stress.

Well loneliness, I mean who is even surprised, it is such a common thing these days and somehow people don't come to see the old smiles and laughter anymore upon the mirror they don't see that 10 year old dreaming of flying higher than a bird, I mean how could you... you have developed so much since then now you know everything...

Why do we spend almost our entire lives wondering what's wrong with ourselves what have we done to deserve this and that... I mean what's wrong with the world, right?

Honey you are gold, I am gold... No amount of anything can ever surmount to the magnificence of your being... So smile and put away that sharp thing it solves nothing to carve your skin, be proud of it... the world has a problem not you.

We know that, every speaker has already mentioned my place in this universe my 'uniqueness' in this planet of far much more extraordinary creatures... Please not another word I am not special, I am but a product of random birth brought in this unhealthy world to fend as they find satisfaction in my tears and longing... ''isn't it so, born fresh to suffer.'' I am not a wild flower I am that alien plant you keep chasing away every day.

Yet everyday you grow... No matter how many times they cut you down... you always find a way to grow.

Well I will return to this page, hopefully if I don't forget about it... for now thank you...

To no one probably.

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