I have been feeling weird,you know.the kind of weird you feel in your body and it makes your stomach swirl around in it's cage.I've been trying to change but sometimes I want change but I don't want to change.and this is probably the biggest problem nowadays.I can't tell you how many times I've seen people talking about air pollution but then smoking like a chimney everyday.so many hyprocrites but so little truthful people.that's not my case,though,I do what I say and I say what I do.there should be more people like me.I think that in my family there are many hypocrites,or maybe just people that live in their own world of play pretend.I kind of understand.I really do.many of them grew up in a broken home or rough times.I guess I am pretty lucky.but the point of life isn't material,I have everything I need and more.all I'm saying is: a broken home doesn't need no poor house nor miserable people living in it.all it needs is a bunch of people all related to one another that don't communicate or poorly do.reminds me of our family new year's dinner.I was talking to my mr.dad and asked him if mrs.mum told him about my grades.
"dad,did mum told ya about my grades?"
*dad shakes his head*
"oh I had an A in english class"
"not enough,why not A+?"
"they can't give me that"
*dad looks away"
and this was pratically all I said to mr.dad the whole dinner.mrs.mum was busy eating and talking to her friends and aunty was fascinated by a little baby.I was talking to my boyfriend on whatsapp.I simply don't know what nor how to write when I'm hanging on and almost 100% fine.that's why I haven't.my boyfriend keeps my cells calm.or at least he tries to.I really love him.he is my person.and I think that is the most powerful and meaningful thing I could say about him.everything feels so right when I'm with him our hands connect and we are one.I am a lucky girl,and he's kind of a lucky boy too.I'm complicated and I'm sorry for him about it but I'm human.
but I guess I am writing now and my mind is rushing and I feel complex.I don't feel simple.I don't feel happy nor sad.I feel this whole bunch of emotions and I simply feel too complex.my head hurts just like my body and I'm worried that I might shut down.when you are sad you wish you would die.when you are happy you pray so you don't.and I have been.I guess I changed and I can see some changes.
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Glory & Gore
Non-FictionMia is a normal girl,or so you think.Mia kathryn is 17 years old and is,in fact,an unique girl.when she finds her old notebook she keeps it and starts dragging it everywhere she goes.haunted by who she is,who she wants to be and who her ghosts tell...
