People here and there. I've seen them. Heard their names. Know their stories. But for a while I felt like theyre not real. For the first time, I've become skeptical about their existence. Sounds stupid and absurd? I know. Or maybe I was the one not being real. Never in my life Ive imagined such things happening to me. Until Ive grown up trying to scratch beneath the surfaces only to find more questions instead of answers. Some may find my statement cliche but my experience is enough for it to be true. Discovering your interests, figuring out words that would accurately describe you, or even understanding your own was undeniably the hardest. Havent I told you about the scariest thing that Ive constantly been praying not to happen to me? The idea of being sure of the things that you wanted to do only to find out it wasnt really for you. Tragic. Well for me sure it was.
