Problems with me
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So if you are reading this then you're obviously bored because I'm just writing this because I hope and pray that it'll help me.
WARNING: Sorry for spelling, can't spell to save my life, sometimes. Also some stories (if you can even call them that) will be short or long or just plain simple, I guess. A weird hook (?) is below 👇
"The sun flickered through the trees, that stood tall and passed by quickly. Specks of dirt floated in the air as the wheels ripped across the ground.
I unwrapped my arms from my friends waist as she sped down the dirt road. Leaning back on my hands, I felt the wind whip through my now messy hair.
I smiled as I closed my eyes, feeling everything around me. The warm sunlight flashing across my face. The small bumps in the ground, that kept me from straying to far from reality."
Moments like those are the reasons why moments like these are hard to believe. Hard to believe that I can simply go from being completely content and happy to feeling numb and frustrated, like nothing's right.
Right now, I'm freaking out...well not "freaking out" I guess. Just crying my eyes over something so stupid, and knowing that if someone were to ask me "why?" Or "what's wrong?" All I could say is..."I don't know,".
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