for lit

In this small document lays the thoughts of a person. They are nameless and have no specified gender. They speak to us in an anonymous tone, as if recounting their troubles in the from of a journal. Are they directing it at us? Were we supposed to see it? We dwell within their thoughts, a personal interaction with some of the many hardships they has faced. Despite their young life they have been exposed to some of the harshness of life and understands the difficulty of bonding with other people. They seem tired, frayed yet hopeful. An safer way to expose emotions instead of recounting them on an old starched piece of paper.

This story is my own creation, even if nobody reads it i expect no one to plagiarise my work. Hidden beneath these words are the short and brief encounters that I've had throughout life and i expect there to be no harsh comments relating to this. i do accept constructive criticism as i am still a young and inexperienced writer. I bid you all a good day.