Grey has a beautiful soul. One that shines brighter than the sun. Her friends practically idolize her and think she's a literal angel.
Shaheem is Grey's unruly, loud, crazy best friend. The two have been inseparable since they were 2 years hold. Ev...
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Dorm 8:30 am
Being me is the hardest thing I've ever had to do and for the life of me, I can't figure out why.
I don't think I've ever shown my true colors. I haven't shown anyone who I really am. Why?
I've asked myself why for years. It's not easy letting someone get to know you. Letting some one in is scary. You never know if they'll hurt you and how bad they'll do it. That's why I'm as closed off as I am.
I pretend to be someone I'm not. I walk around spreading false confidence and love. I lie about my life and what I really take interest in. I present a person who doesn't exist to everyone around me. Simply for my protection.
I'm afraid of heartbreak and pain. I don't want to experience it ever again. I rather be safe than sorry. I rather hide my true identity than show someone undeserving who I really am. I don't want my life ruined by a random. My parents already accomplished that.
I'm still trying to heal from their mental abuse.
If it wasn't for them I'd probably be a normal person but that's a thing of the past. No matter how hard I try to be myself, I always revert back to lying. It just feels safer.
My friends practically idolize me. They think I'm the most beautiful person inside and out. I feel worse when they put me so high on that petal stool. I don't think of myself like that.
I hate who I pretend to be. I hate hiding behind this false identity. I honestly wish I could be adventurous, go out and see the world. I gave up on that dream a long time ago. It's not worth trying for anymore.
"Grey. Are you still getting ready for class?" I heard my roommate ask me through the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes feeling annoyed with the morning already. I need some coffee.
"No I'm ready. What time is it?" I ask opening the bathroom door and walking into my room.
We live in a two bedroom dorm room. It has two rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen area and a tiny living space. It's pretty nice though.
"8:40." She says grabbing her bookbag. I grab mine as well. I quickly slapped on my Apple Watch and grabbed my phone.
"Good. We still have time to grab coffee." Our first class is at 9. The Noul building where our class is held is pretty close to the dorm but the coffee shop isn't.
Leaving the dorm we head to my roommates car. She drives a little Toyota Prius. It's a cute little car. It honestly fits her personality. We hop in and make our way across campus.
