I'm going to do things.
Amazing things. Fun things. Crazy things. Things I'll
remember for the rest of my life. I want adventure. I want
freedom & love. I want happiness. I want to listen to
amazing music, dance in public, and sing to strangers. I'm
going to write a book. Maybe just a story, more like a memoir.
Every little part of my life will be in there, too. From all
the huge, scary, bad things
that haunt me, to the lovely little things that help me go
on.
I want to speak out. Help people. Make them know that
they're not alone. That it all can't be perfect, but we
can make the best of it. I wish I had someone like that when I
felt alone. When I ate lunch by myself and never left my house.
When I had no good memories of friends. When my life was
consumed by fear, anxiety, and sadness. When I really felt like
there was no reason for me to be alive. I want to draw, paint
what I feel, and express myself. I'm going to talk to
people, and I won't be afraid. I'm going to make
friends, and speak my mind. Develop my own opinion for once.
I'm no longer that scared, quiet girl you might have known,
that's over now. I'm rooting for freedom& I'm
breaking away from everything and anything that's holding
me back.
Being happy isn't about
having a lot of stuff
or being really
rich
It's about the people you
love and the people
you can [actually] be yourself
around.
It's about having
fun and doing stuff so crazy
you'll ask yourself why
you did it later .
But
you'll never regret
it
It's about living
your life to the
fullest.
&I
think I'm finally
living.
Everyone is beautiful in the eyes of a true artist.
You know the way the bridge of their nose
curves when they turn their head.
You will never know how beautiful someone truly is until you draw
them. It's like you're seeing them clearly for the first
time.
Okay, I need
help/
I haven't seen my father in over 6
months. I stopped going
over there, because he has serious anger issues, to the point
of where he had hit me. He refuses to get help. yesterday I was
cleaning my room and I found this necklace he gave me
for christmas last year. It's nothing special, just a small
golden chain with a cross on it....but when I saw it...
I couldn't stop crying. I hate him so much, but I miss all
the good times with him....I'm afraid to be near him,
but I do love him. Today was fathers day, and it just made it
even worse. I spent the day with my grandpa and my step dad, but
I kept thinking about what he would be doing today.
I wondered if my 21 year old sister stopped by, or my dads
girlfriends kids were there, wishing him a happy fathers day in
my place. I need some support, can you guys please help me? I
don't know how
to deal with this at all.