I like weird people. The black sheep. The eight balls. The left of centers. The wallflowers. The loners. The rejects. The outcasts. The outsiders. The odd ducks. The eccentrics. The broken. The lonely. The Lost and forgotten.
I feel like weeks have passed me by. In truth only 4 days have passed by sense then. I feel like time is quite literally passing me by. Like I'm stuck in this quicksand. In the same spot constantly while everyone else moves forward. Always passing me by. While I'm stuck in the same never ending loop in time, going round and round.
I found out that the reason I could never love someone as easily as others my age, is because I suffered a traumatic past and I've put myself into the mind of a five year old just to survivor what happened to me. I guess I never left that five year old mind-set because I can't look at others and not feel like I'm still five. I feel like time hasn't truly passed sense what happened to me. I feel like I've not grown up at all from that five year old mind-set and I don't know how to grow up or leave that mind-set behind.
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Hidden Feelings Book 1 (Poetry) (Journaling)
Historia CortaIt's just a bunch of songs I wrote when I was feeling mad or sad or extremely happy and motivated. Their just a bunch of lyrics formed from my emotions. I mean I was trying to figure out how to express myself so I started using rhymes to begin with...
