Hi stranger,
Well I haven’t had a conversation with a single soul in days, and I guess this isn’t a conversation either. I feel like opening up about myself. There is nothing complicated about me yet I’m not simple. My life is pretty boring for a twenty one year old. It’s Friday night and am curled up in my bed like usual. I love the walls in my room and as I stare at them I reminisce about my life. Well the life I always wanted for myself. I had big dreams. I thought by now I would be happy. By saying happy I mean or maybe meant have the love of my life in my life, have friends who at least care for me and maybe have a puppy. I am a dog person have never liked cats for reasons I don’t want to get into. By now you already have made up your mind about the kind of person I am. Just another depressed teenager? Forgive me, sometimes I forget am not a teenager lol. Maybe I’m cliché but I don’t want to believe it. Maybe this is what I was created for, maybe this is me thriving. What if I will never be happier .What if…
Earlier I mentioned I don’t like cats maybe it’s about time I disclose the big secret. I don’t like cats because they are mostly associated with sad lonely people. I refuse to accept I’m one of them. I refuse to accept I’m like you.