Samantha

I'm going to give up and I hope no one misses me. 

"I am clinging to the last little bit of Sanity I have left. I am trying to strip away this fear I have and be this brilliant white light strong and graceful, unaffected by this madness. I am trying to stay me. I am not willing to become the lost little piece of darkness hiding in the corner. Avoiding eye contact. Too tired to get up. Too empty to care. I will not break to pieces. I am going to swallow every problem, every sad thought of people leaving, every cry I want to rage with, every force that tries to hold me down. I will swallow it. Deep in the belly of my life I will swallow every negative thing meant to destroy me. I will never lose myself from being ME. I am still clinging to my sanity. Gripping it as I am thrown around helplessly while I am enduring this suffering, this agony, this loneliness and heartbreak. I am clinging. I am holding. I am not going to let go from being me. Endurance is more than just physical strength. It's a mental thing too. It's about how much they can hit you, throw at you. Try to bring you down. But I will still cling.
          To the sound of my laughter no matter how seldom heard. The brightness in my eyes no matter how many tears I cry. I WILL CLING TO THE MEMORY that I am the bravest person I will ever know. I am clinging, onto the last piece of me, because I don't ever want to let go." 
          
          You aren't the only one who may not know what to do, where your going, or how to get to the brighter side of all these bad days. 

Long term goal? Still a work in progress 

Wattpad was originally a place of comfort where I thought someone would feed into my writing and see the real me would be pleased to find out or even envelope themselves into my writing and the person I wish I could be. But apparently I opened the door for someone to only idolize the select few that actually catch their interest. I for one am not one of them. Unfortunately. You barely read past my first chapter... So Congrats to earning your first views from a place where I felt my strongest at, that was taken from me. Because I no longer feel 'Special' at what I do or where I stand. Because obviously there are things far more interesting than me. People come into this world to be better than you. I guess that's how this world works. 
          Learning to be okay with those who are picked before me.

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