After school I immediately started to walk home hoping I wouldn't see anyone I knew along the way but of course I wasn't that lucky. My ex's brother Kane came up to me making fun of me like he normally does when he see's me. Kane was a year older than me and had dirty blonde hair with dark green eyes like his brother. The next ten minutes were spent with him mocking me for how I look, how I act but I could get over it if he thought that would hurt me he had to think again.
It was a nice day that day, I was walking home with the sun shining down on my face and the birds were chirping. Along the road I was walking there was only me what was peaceful. Days like those made me think but not of the bad, of the good. About how wide and special the world is. Sure as a human race we kind of destroyed the planet but still the worlds pretty amazing. Also, imagine how many galaxies there are out there, how many different species there must be out there not just on our planet but in other ones. I also like to think about when all life forms were born. For example when I saw birds I looked at them and thought about when were they born? What other two birds made that one little bird. That soul that's inside the bird, it's emotions how it feels but that's not the only thing I think about. Okay you may get cringey about this but think about your parents. Your father had so many sperms inside of him that any one of them could have connected to your mothers egg. But no. The sperm that was part you, was chosen. It's amazing isn't it? How rare you are. How there can only ever be one of you. How different you are. How special you are. And don't think for a second you aren't special because you are one of the single most important things in this entire universe. Even if you don't feel like you are, you really are special. And I wish I knew everyone who reads this story so I can help you with your struggles but, sadly I can't but I wish I could help everyone in this entire world. Everyone is special (but perhaps not me).
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Barely alive
Ficción GeneralSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
