I honestly had no idea what my life was coming to when we had moved back to Florida. How my life could feel as if it was a jigsaw puzzle and that I was missing a few pieces that were my so called life. You probably think I'm over exaggerating, or that I don't even know what I'm talking about. I'm only 18. Yes, 18 and I honestly feel as if I lived through so much more than 18 years.
Family issues, boy drama, possibly anything you can think of. I have tried many things to keep me sane, but they never work. Maybe I'm not cut out for this world.
Ha.
Maybe, I'm not cut out for any world. Not that I know another world exists, but if they did exist, do u think they would except me as their own? Would I belong? Or just be an outcast? I only wish I knew.
This is what I thought about daily as I laid across my bed starring at my ceiling and it's little risen specks. It was just one of my days, where i get so into thinking I ignore everyone or to everyone, they think I'm upset. Honestly, I'm not upset is just how my face looks. People call it the "resting bitch face" it's not my fault. Really. I blame my brain.
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Teen FictionMy life is hell, the drama I have is hell. Where do I belong? I just wanna know when everything is gonna get better.