I believe that in the end, it comes down to one decision. The good, or the bad. Sometimes, it's hard to tell. Mostly because you can get your own benefit out of your own choice. But it's the feeling after you come down to one decision. The guilt of knowing you did the wrong thing for what ever you needed. Or the feeling of desire. The feeling of knowing you could have had what you wanted but chose not to choose it. It sounds complicated, it is complicated.
I was born in the pacific ocean close to Alaska. My parents where taking a little sail around until they got caught in a storm, and ended up near Alaska. And there I was born, in the middle of a storm on a boat near Alaska. I think that's why I'm so destructive. Because my parents where traumatized, and I desperately needed a name. They decided to call me Alaska. I lived a life on a boat. My parents decided to raise me as a little sailor, sailing around the world.
As a child, I loved it. The wind in my hair the smell of fresh salt. Falling asleep to the rocking of the boat. It was great. Until I turned 16. I was already getting fed up of my love for living on the ocean. But it really hit me when I was already old enough to drive. It came to me, that I had no friends, no romantic encounters, I didn't even go to an actual school. And I burst. It was time to find my home away from home.
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A beautiful Wreck
RandomA young girl experiences an actual teenage life for the first time. Coming back from her journey on living on the ocean for 16 years until her family moves to a country where she has to deal with the complications of other people her age. Alaska is...
