My name and where I'm from makes no difference with anyone at the moment. I'm me, and you are reading my voice. The question of who I am doesn't matter. What matters is, whoever you are, wherever you came from, decided that my voice was something of importance.
Currently, it is five minutes after two in the morning, and after I have left Wattpad for a long amount of time, I decided to write again. I have not written in a very long time, and finally having the mentality to write again, is refreshing. I missed this community, and though my words aren't of something popular, at least I've reached a small crowd.
On this hot summer night, I'm going to share with you all, my problems. The idiotic ways of me compressing my feelings, and finally being able to share all of them to all of you, with trust.
It's time for me to let it all out.
Please think with kindness and care.
My mentality is very fragile.
YOU ARE READING
Holding Petals
Non-FictionA collection of stories written by me, expressing the hardships of my life.
