It's sad that only when you're alone can you actually see who you are.
The moments when you want to be alone and you don't know the extremities of what being alone could actually do to you.
You sit around and you wait and think maybe I can do this maybe I am better off alone but then the more that you're alone you see that life is still going on and no one cares whether you're alone or not it hurts a little bit.
You look at your body which you've noticed has started to tremble and you can't stop.
You want to stop but you can't stop.
Sooner or later you're crying and only then when you look in the mirror can you actually see your personality.
When you're crying, when you're at your lowest that's when you can really look into the mirror and see how this is me at my lowest this is what I look like.
At my lowest, I've hit rock bottom more than many times that I can count in this week but I will rise up from this point like we'll go on from this point I will not be dragged into the depths from this point on there's too much to keep me going.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of a black teenager
Historia CortaMight as well call this a memoir of my life, all the real, boring and sad parts of me shoved in public for all eyes to see. Who am I, that's one secret I'll never tell You know you love me, xoxo (I couldn't help it)
