I Can’t Even Think About What Life

We Had Come Here To Have A Break From Thoughts And The Hard Work That Came With The Constant Interaction With Idiots. Or At Least People We Considered Idiots Because They Were Not Mind Readers And We Had To, Patiently, Use Polite Words To Explain Things That We Were Thinking When Really Inside We Were Fighting The Urge To Take Their Heads In Our Hands And Softly And Repeatedly Thud Their Foreheads Off The Wall.

I Want A Character To Wake Up One Day And Feel Like, I Can Face It. That, To Me, Is Happy. I Want The Characters To Rescue Themselves, Though You Use The Relationships You Have, To Make You Strong Enough To Be Able To Do That.

But Where Pain Was, Healing Could Come; Where Loneliness Was, New Relationships Could Be Formed; Where Rejection Was, New Love Could Be Found. It Was A Moment. And Moments Changed. She Would Have To Live Through The Moment To Get To The Next.

My Box Bedroom Can Only Fit A Bed And A Wardrobe But It Was My Whole World. My Only Personal Space To Think And Dream, To Cry And Laugh And Wait Until I Became Old Enough To Do All The Things I Wasn't Allowed To Do.

I Always Pushed Myself. Whenever I Felt I Needed To Stop, I Made Myself Run Faster.