What happens when everybody that surrounds you doesn't understand what happens? I think we fall. We fall into ourselves with no escape and secretly I think we enjoy it. We want to be found and left alone all the same. And the difficult part is that sometimes one side will win over the other. And the side that wins is the side succumbed to the inner self and that's how we fall. Its a choice really, not the fall, but rather the way we decide to react to it. If we hold our breath and stay under even when the air runs out and just float in your mind because you have given up the fight. Or whether or not you hold your breath and decide you don't want to go under, you decide that you want to pull yourself up and try again. This is how we judge. Because when somebody drowns you know. When somebody pull themselves back up you will know. But when somebody hides, stays in the middle constantly going back and forth between reality and the dreams inside their head, you will not know. Its the struggle between almost drowning and staying afloat at the last second. We take the fact that they are a participant in reality and assume that we are like them, the ones with determination, who pulled themselves out and fought. But they don't really look they only see. They see this 'participation' and assume. They see as long as we put forth some effort were okay. And to us its okay because that's how we perceive ourselves, but its not. There are people like me, like us who decide to live in this half state but they, the ones who are strong, don't understand that we want to be saved. We are waiting for somebody like us to pull us all the way out, so we can help them. They don't understand that we aren't them that we need help and that help can't come from ourselves. That needs to come from a person that might care. Because we are dependent. But not on ourselves, not for ourselves. We just are. We are strong Yet we are not. We are just an in between state. We are delicate and fragile. Yet we are sturdy and stubborn. We are a contradiction.
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& I'm just a girl.
Short StoryI'm just a girl. But there's more to me then you'd think. After all appearances aren't everything. I think thoughts. I can assure you I am not just another dumb blonde. There are problems with the world. I'm simply trying to make them known.
