Hi.
I'm not that old.
I fit into the general statistical population of the Wattpad community.
Old enough, but still young.
And I, like every other teenager in this world, am subject to amusing and supposedly hilarious outbursts of unnecessary emotions.
Seriously. My mom laughs when I throw tantrums. And then proceeds to somehow make me do whatever that was she wanted me to do and I didn't want to. She's magic.
But not all my tantrums are physical or external. I can't keep shit in.
Nostalgia is like my personal alcohol. I itch to call people I left behind, to speak to them, to reunite with them. I miss them.
As dramatic as this sounds, I realize that when situations are seen in a third perspective or read about, they seem so grandiose and large.
But I want to spill it, even if it is stupid. I want to.
That's what I'm doing here, and why I'm doing this.
Bottom line, all you need to know is this book is written by someone who thinks her current is big, but knows she'll look back, laughing at all that drama and unnecessary fretting.
Maybe you're looking for something fun, maybe you're looking to waste time but you're looking. So, as an obligation, I will tell you that all you are about to read are my opinions and my thinking. And I might offended you.
WE MILLENIALS LOVE BEING OFFENDED, A VERY HEALTHY HOBBY, INDEED AND FUN. IT'S SO OFFENDING WHEN *insert anything you find offensive that is so unnecessary to actually be offended for and causes great passion to erupt from you.* :)
If there is one thing I'm up for is a healthy debate. :) I love them! Just a warning, I don't back down easy.
So with the introduction done, you may pass.
Welcome!
YOU ARE READING
Window To The Soul
PoetryWords merely are noises that we make and the sense we find in it. They are a constricted imagery to the river of thoughts, constantly battering the cage which encases them. Words are what we raise ourselves upon and what breaks us, only to make us...
