One Day

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One day I will be able to get up and honestly be able to say I'm happy.

One day I will be able to look in the mirror and not feel like I need to count my flaws.

One day it just won't be surviving it will be living.

Till that day I will fake many smile and laugh many humourless laughs.

Who knows maybe when that one day come it will be because you come into my life.

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I'm honestly sick of just living without feeling as though I have no purpose. It's all I want in life a reason to live. However I get this purpose if it be a career that I love, a person who loves me back or simply a new country, I don't really mind.

I did the one rational thing that any 19 year old who feels numb and empty would do, I moved to New York City.  The city were dreams come true. That people come from all around the world to gain fortune and fame. 

I don't want any of that and I don't have a dream but this city is full of inspiration as some say so I might just get sone. I think as I get off the plane, which hopefully means I start living today.

AUTHORS NOTE:

This is my first story on wattpad and this is the prolouge so its not much but I hope you like. Please comment feedback on what you think of the storyline so far :)

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