Wefuture Stories

Come one, come all To the play where rhymes are written Come to the place where fears are hidden Yes, I am talking about a poem book you see.. All the poems in this book are written by ME!

"Live life to is fullest." "You are beautiful just the way you are, so be you." "Don't let others judge your exterior, you are not a book's cover." All of these quotes above; plenty of people had told me them. My parents, my sibling--relatives...many had tried to instill a sense of encouragement or self-confidence inside of me. But most of them had only tried to help me by using words, not actions. And words cannot simply speak for their actions. Though gradually, I slowly learned to stand tall with my head held high and not let others navigate my brain. But along with supporters, there will always have to be haters: "Look, do us a favor and get rid of yourself--literally, please." "Argh, look at you! Can't you ever be more feminine like?" "How can a person like you ever be social, make friends? The only friends you probably have are books!" I swear I am not suicidal, and I swear to never commit something like that. But this doesn't mean that I've enjoyed living the life I'm living. I know I should be grateful--and I am, for the most part. I'm a bullied, I definitely don't enjoy being bullied, and I certainly don't like being abused any more than I like being bullied. Who even does? Plus, isn't being bullied similar to being abused? Then again, it's my life after all. And like some might say: I just got to live life (as it flashes right in front of my eyes) to its very fullest, and even dare to venture into the vast unknown.

Beware! Here is where I will post random things from what I may remember from my dreams to-well let's just say there will be random things. The list may go on and on if I kept on listing things down. P.S. Like, REALLY random stuff!