I need to change the person I am.
I need to change how I behave in such rash ways some times. I need to fill the void with the right things, because the wrong things are merely translucent liquids that heat under stress and evaporate again into nothing, creating an endless cycle. I’m struggling, but as humans we all are. I need to build with solid bases for a sturdy standing and stop living on this murky water. I no longer wish to resign to the waves, and my stomach can no longer take the sea sickness.
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Summed up : I am rapidly approaching 20 years old, but I have not quite reached that moment where I give up my dreams.