"I'm in danger of wasting my life here, I don't want to stay in an old town with secrets on top of secrets; struggle love as being my only way of being shown love, or security..I want nothing else in my life to be happy, but I'm not sure how to start.
I don't know how to let go of this anger, and remorse I have of others to find that happiness. Life is flowing, continuously, never changing, and never stopping for anyone."...
Serena looked onto the window as she watched the run down, brick buildings she saw everyday, slowly growing a sense of unknown varieties of vines and moss on the side of its walls, Annually being painted over once in awhile by the college students for extra credit, rarely from the county workers themselves.
"I try not to remember or contemplate my past, I fear of my future as well so I'm stuck not wanting to make my next move, frozen and left stuttering, because I reflex an interruption as it becomes natural to me. I guess I'm a bit self absorbed, in my own self pity, maybe I haven't really accepted myself and instead lead on to the exposition of my character in my own head." She thinks, sighing to herself in angst..
The playfulness of the wind stroking her cheek comes lightly through the car window, fading into her daydreams, the warmth of the sun slowly dances around her face, giving her a sense of calm and silencing her worries, forgetting what made her feel sorrow in the first place.
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Trapped
General FictionSerena is a small town girl, loves to read, draw, write..what have you, but since then things have changed. Those hobbies, her escapism; doesn't help her anymore. Stuck with her thoughts, and lonely overall. She turns to a ritual to make her feel t...
