Since i could remember, i had always asked my self "why do I meet someone and then the next thing I know, they're gone?" At first, I didn't really pay much attention to it, but this time I wonder, was it always me?
☆☆☆... ...☆☆☆I grew up in a house where love was something to abuse to take and destroy
And the only time your own mother showed you any affection was when she was high. I'll try to forget about it to close the chapter and move on for it, but it's hard. every time I walk to the mirror, I see the little girl who wished to be loved. This is where I am now 29/3/24, the same girl with the same name but a different person inside,her mind is different, and her heart is different. Even her looks are different,but it all changed almost three years ago.
It all started like every other story, you come back from summer and you're changed. And the people you wish to be friends,notice you and see the change you've made for yourself. At first, I must be honest it was weird. I felt out of place didn't really feel smart enough for them. And my style wasn't good enough to fit in with them. But in some twisted magical way, they liked me. In the beginning, I was closer with Astor. he was sometimes mean to me and making fun of me. But he also was kind to me and always defended me if someone did something to me. He is also the one who introduced me to more drugs. To be honest, my mother was the first to introduce me with weed. But it was him where I started doing drugs.
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Now and again, I do think about him and what he's doing right now. He's in the military now well he's kind of forced to be there but I wonder if he's still the same person I knew before I left for Czech or is he a different person,mature enough to realizes the mistakes he did. But to be honest, I don't think he changed i think he's still the Shitty person he was back then. And I know what you're thinking, "so that means that you're not talking with him anymore. What happened? Why? What's the reason behind all of this?" Well, to understand what happened, it's more like you have to understand everything that happened in those 3 years and to answer they question. There are two Groups of people, the ones who are the pickers and the other ones who are the flowers and their petals are their personalities, and who they are. The pickers will pick you out of all the thousands of flowers, and they will pick your petals one by one slowly and painfully.At first you won't realize But after you lose Few of them You realize that maybe you're not that important to them.~~~~♡♡♡♡♡♡~~~~~~♡♡♡♡♡♡~~~~♡♡♡
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