As I sit here thinking what happened to my life, I hear the wind in the trees, the birds churping and the air conditioner thingy. Everything seems okay but, sometimes I think I'm jinxing myself by thinking for one minute that nothing is wrong. Yet everything seems wrong. Like this isn't real. I've tried giving up so many times, but for some reason no matter what I do, that small light at the end of the tunnel reaches for me and tugs. Like it's telling me I'm not allowed to give up because there is something out there for me. It's telling me I have a purpose on this earth, I just haven't found it yet. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places. Maybe its a person...So I'm going to go on an adventure to find out. Okay, maybe I'm just running away.
What do you guys think? If I start posting every week will you read it?
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Finding Myself
Novela JuvenilEveryone thought Kiera Parks had it all, but she's just as lonely as can be. And she's tired of feeling this way. So she's taking life by the reigns, and steering herself in a better direction. And she's determined to make a difference. Even if she...
