Sometimes it doesn't take much. Sometimes it takes one glance at a person, or a simple thought, or a quick look at a picture.
Other days he feels so invincible, nothing can touch him, no one is like him.
He doesn't know what triggers it.
But sometimes, he really just doesn't feel like himself.
And other times he wouldn't want to be anyone else.
But like he said,
He doesn't know what triggers it.
Part II
He hates being that person.
But that's who he is....
So what should he do?
Everything he tries seems like it's more trouble than it's worth, it lands him in more trouble than it'll help him.
He hates it.
She hates it.
But he can't change it,
Because that's who he is.
But I have no idea why the cool breeze on top of the snow peaked mountains made me remember that.
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Wanderlust
Ficción GeneralGenerally, its a diary of sorts that is on a journey with its owner, who talks about the big stuff and the small stuff, deep thoughts and experiences used to answer big life questions. One thing to remember: It's fiction. I've never been anywhere o...
