She feels faceless, nameless, useless. But she doesn't really understand why, except for... Maybe she just is.
"If you ever told me to make a list of things that I hate you'd be surprised what's in it."
Things I hate:
Myself -all the time
Uncertainty -doubt
Ignorance -it'll never go away
Influence -others have the power to control how I feel
Anger -it's so destructive
Motivation -it's hard to have
"If you ask me why I hate those things, it becomes unsurprising."
Things I hate:
What is there to like?
Doubt is like a fatal parasite.
Ignoring it doesn't make it go away. Wounds heal but scars never go away.
I've never possessed the ability to control how I feel about myself, by myself.
It brings out the worst in people.
Very hard to handle if you don't have it, but even harder if you don't want it.
"The list goes on and on.....But who cares?"
And I'm clueless as to how the clear, star riddled sky reminded me of that.
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Wanderlust
Fiction généraleGenerally, 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...
