Broken. Alone. Scared. I don't know why I feel this way.
I put it in my writing and it sounds good but it doesn't feel right. I'm trying I swear.
What am I really trying to do? Am I over him yet? I need to move on but I can't.
Put it in your writing.
I'm waiting to be free from this place. To travel. To find myself. To find love. To experience heartbreak. To be me. To write. To share.
I hate being trapped inside this small town. I want to explore. I have already exhausted the limits of my creativity here.
There is so much more I want to be than the quiet girl.
I want to be the singer. The author. The photographer. The artist. The missionary. The voice for girls everywhere. The teacher.
And so much more.
I want to escape this feeling of being unwanted. I want to be me.
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Thoughts and Constellations
PoesíaA year full of ups and downs, written down to make someone, somewhere feel something. This is my personal journal published for the world to see. All my thoughts and feelings for a year. It has no plot. It has no ending. It just ends. Good luck tryi...
