I don't know when I lost myself. I
don't know how, or when, or where. Was it eighth-grade
science class, where I sat alone and prayed for opposites? Half
of the time I would pray to be noticed, the other half I'd
pray to remain ignored. Or was it the lonely nights I spent
tangled in sheets, reminiscing about every insignificant little
mistake I'd ever made? Maybe it was the books, or maybe the
music that made me disappear. Maybe I got too caught up in the
beauty of others' words that I lost any beauty in my own.
Maybe it was the nights I snuck out or the days spent in the
ocean that did me in. nnnnnnnnnnnnnkdjsfnlskdjfnlskdjfnlskdjfnsl
I don't know who I was before. She's gone, lost forever, and she's not coming back. The only thing I know for sure anymore is that when I lost the girl I used to be, I found myself.
I don't know who I was before. She's gone, lost forever, and she's not coming back. The only thing I know for sure anymore is that when I lost the girl I used to be, I found myself.
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