Young Writers Society

I sat there, alone, in a dark corner thinking.that was it, just thinking. Thinking about my past and my present and the scary future. I needed to find a way to stop caring so much because that was the problem. In my undesirable past I pretended that everything was okay. I left out all the details from my stories and kept them to myself. I ignored the fact that my parent, the two people that should be my pillars of strength, hated me,I forgot about everyone leaving and not caring and I overlooked the betrayal.

I was weak and allowed everyone to tremble over "little Annie" and I took what came my way and slowly pushed it aside. In that time I stopped feeling. Confusing I know, but who else is going to find the solutions to my problems if not me?

My thoughts then drifted to my present. Where was I? What was I doing? The questions lingered overhead leaving me in a selfless sense. I questioned why people had left and I contemplated the idea of being the old me and easily forgiving everyone. Could I change the person people expected me to be and actually find who I am? I knew what u needed to do but that doesnt mean I did it. I needed to stop letting people push me around and control my life. I needed to let myself excel.

For a second time my thoughts drifted. But this time they threw me against the wall and slapped me real hard. They forced me to think about what I want and where I want to be. They made me question myself and where I was at present. Yes, I was looking for directions to the future. I wasn't sure that this is where I wanted my thoughts to be but unfortunately my mind only seemed to want to punish me.

I hated this time of the night when I was all alone and had nothing to do because all that meant was that I had to face my biggest fears and I had to think about everything and anything that I didn't want to think about.

The betrayal I had felt in the past few years from various people in various situations was unbelievable. Somebody of my age should never have to suffer through that constant struggle for freedom.......

Yeah, our thought maybe what breaks down to a Level where we don't understand why we are where we are but they can also build us up and keep us standing..think wisely, be happy!