My motivation for leaving was driven by my desire for a new thing, a fresher life, one that might be more exciting or feed me more, but another aspect of things was definitely me wanting to show people that my life is better, me wanting multiple people in my life to see that i had gotten to a better place without them, but isn't that just sad? isn't that just me living only to silence other people's opinions? isn't that just caring way too much what people think? i want a better life for myself because i think i deserve it, i can't think about how other people would react because it can't be a factor, if it is, i'll constantly be doing things i may not even like just so people can see it, i'd be living a lie and that fresher life that i sought out in the first place would be just like my old one but in a different location, i'd essentially just be the same kind of miserable, but somewhere else, i can't continue in the same patterns, i need to let go of the power that other peoples opinions have on me, i truly believe that only then will i know real happiness, and only then will i live for myself.
My motivation for leaving is completely and solely to better myself, whether or not anyone notices.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
