Reach For The Moon, And Higher

Reach For The Moon, And Higher

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EDIT: I HAVE DISCONTINUED THIS STORY! Midway through writing this, I realised that I may not have time as much as I thought I did and I apologise for that. My head is still full of thoughts (and ideas) and I hope to resume/restart writing when I am no longer short of time. In this self-improvement book, I will be talking about how we sometimes might settle for less or think low of ourselves. I'll be talking about how you should dream big, and actually bigger without having the fear of losing. Rather than reaching for the stars, we'll be reaching for the moon because we all are worth it. Reach for the moon, and higher. This book is not complete yet, I'll try to update regularly but because of my school and tuition, I might get late sometimes, I'm sorry if that happens. I'm still a teenager and I'm still learning, and it is completely okay if you do not agree with everything written in this book, I'm open to feedback. Thank you.
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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