To say i was lost wound be an understatement
Yet i don't didn't seem to be able to help the unbelievable pathetic attempts i made at finding other people
I wasn't even visible to those i risked life and limb to save

A feeling worse than losing your only love
Though my one true love remains myself
So to never about rejection
Yet i tell myself no all the time to keep it interesting

A lie

I fear rejection
I fear committment
I...

F*** it!
I can no longer stand the thought of talking to people as though i am some high praise writer. Because i'm not.
I am a teenage girl trying to be the next John Green. I can't be. I am not white, nor am i a male.
For the longest time i have searched for amazing words to say, things that would make people say, "wow, she knows what she's talking about." Or, "this is really goo she understands me like no one else does." (sarcastic tone)Then, omigosh the most famous one, "i need to read more of her writing!"
No!!!!
Do not read my writing if you're assuming it's going to somehow unlock the mysteries of the world, or at the very least the problems of your life. It's not.
Spare me your freakin' dirty looks, now don't blame me.
I do not write to reveal mysteries, i write to be known. I write to one of the few people who will not tiptoe around the truth. I will tell it to you like it is. Fair and square.
Thank God it done with.
Alaska has been found.