See, there's a whole world out there of things undiscovered. When I was a kid I used to think I wanted to discover that world. But as I grew older things changed, as they tend to do, and I now know that the world I want to discover lies in the deepest, darkest parts of my mind.
My grandfather read the first piece to come from that part of me and he was enthralled. He loved it. So I wrote more. As time progressed so did I. I lost sight of who I was and became entangled in this web of new feelings and bitter thoughts. I was becoming the very type of person I hated. It wasn't hard to continue on this journey of new discovery and learn about my new self. But it was hard to accept that there was no going back to who I was.
Who I am now is who I was destined to be, and I've grown accustomed to that. It took some time to figure out that I didn't have to be anything I didn't like, and so I improved. I stopped writing things that made me horrible, and I started writing things that made me feel amazing. I stopped listening to what other people wanted me to do, and started doing things for myself. There's no going back to the person I was, but I enjoy the person I am becoming.
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Letters To No One
Non-FictionA collection of letters I've written that will never be claimed and never leave the safety of my journal.
