What Goes On Inside

What Goes On Inside

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Life doesn't come with a rule book, and if it did, would any one of us truly follow it? You know what's crazy about Life? It leads us on a path we never even imagined we would be on. Society has taught us that individuality and being yourself is the wrong choice to make, and you should instead fit in and belong. If we did step out of our boundaries, we would feel shunned, unwanted, and unloved, so each and every one of us put up a mask and wall to try and hide who we really are. But when you think about it, if we were all the same, wouldn't life be pretty boring? Being unique and being yourself is what makes you...YOU! No one in this entire planet, galaxy, or probably even universe could be YOU. You're your own being, your own soul, your own person. Don't let someone guide the life you were granted. The only bad thing about being yourself is going through the path of getting there. The obstacles, the struggles, and the hardships...they're all real and they all suck. But without them, we wouldn't be the same person we are today. And this is my story of how I became the girl I am today. I'm not perfect, and frankly, I'm not even close to that, but I am my true self. Are you?
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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