Diary entry
I always felt like I had a story to tell. As if someone listened. I could be a quiet as a church mouse. Or as a loud tiger. But still no one listened. But once I start yelling and being disrespectful, they hear me loud as day. And always they come with something negative to say. I guess they didn't like the words that came out of my mouth.
I mean whatever right. You can't listen to me when I really got something worth hearing. My heart is jammed pack with emotion. I'm just a dam that's too full. Walls ready to crack. And the water comes cascading down. Why can't they see? Why can't they look into my eyes and see the pain ? Are they blinded by me? Or do they just see another soul to manipulate ?
I'll tell you what they see. They see a big pure heart. A loving heart. Someone who can see the good in anyone. I love lifting peoples spirits. I love boosting someone else's self esteem when they don't feel that great about themselves. I'm the type of person that usually feels so good about themselves. I feel as if I should let someone else know that they too are a great beautiful person.
But what about the days when I feel bad. Not bad about my looks. Just bad about things in my life ?
I know I ask a lot of questions. But I want you to think long and hard. Like why does a pure hearted loving person have such questions?
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My pain
General FictionJust a girl going through life. Come along with her through this treacherous journey. She will laugh. She will be happy. But she will still feel pain. The question is. Will she end it all or will she figure out her purpose. Read to find out.
