I am selfish, I've been trying to live, trying to start with my life.. Have you ever met somebody and knew there was something about them you have got to have? I found that person. I need to get on with my life, there are so many people around me that I don't know trying to fight to survive for another day and her I am thinking about why I should even get up in the morning. Here's what I'm thinking, maybe if I listen to my body, breathe and look around. Like really look around and notice the tiny things, it brings me back to reality. I'm Kiara. I'm living, I'm breathing, and I don't have to fight to stay alive. My body heals itself, takes care of itself and for that I am forever grateful.
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Rants.
Short StoryJust some crappy thoughts I managed to string together to create a decent sentence. I have no friends and the few I do have could care less. Rants I have decided are for the weak... I rant about everything from the color of the sky being a shade off...
