Me:
who am I? The paper I was born with says Selena V. Pineda. But who am I? Human. "Female". I've looked at myself in the mirror and see not a "Selena" I see a girl.
Who am I? I'm a victim. I am am weak with many spoken words. But strong when nothing is said. Who am I? I'm not Selena V. Pineda. I am broken. I am lonely.
What am I? A sex doll? Used. Pit stop. A liar. Crazy. Easy. Slave. Pathetic.. What am I? Id like to believe Im good. That I will get better. That I'm better than this. But it's all but the truth. What am I? Nothing... just space. A waste of space. Something unimportant.
-finding yourself is probably the hardest thing to do. Especially when you already thought that you found yourself. You thought you knew what was right and what was wrong.
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I don't even remember typing this out. I don't remember who I was with or what I was doing at the time. But I figured some of you guys feel the the same or felt the way I once did. Sometimes people's words get to me more than I should allow them to. But that's what the smile is for. And the mask I made to say for everyone to see, so that they know I'm happy. And as of the past 48 hours I'm pretty happy with everything around me. But I do have my bad days and my bad nights.
I just have to remind myself that bad days only last 24 hours as my mom once told me.
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Writers block
Non-FictionWriting has been a problem I can't seem to figure out anymore. It's not my feelings blocking the words from coming out. It's not my friends or family. I just have no inspiration. So here this will be where you'll see my writers block and understand...
