Stories of a Privileged White Girl

Sat, 08/16/2014 - 17:23 -- adraE97

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I'm stuck. 

Stuck here with these people,

Doing things that make me unhappy.

...And things that make them unhappy

 

I go to the very place of my unravelings everyday against my own will.

Expected to fit in, gain new experiennces, friends, and knowledge.

But in reality I don't fit in, I have select few friends, and am learning things irrelevant to what and who I aspire to be. 

As for "new experiences"..

when did being confided in a place you despise become a helpful and positive experience?

I am drowning in my own despair and depression. And it's being contained by the Walls of my unraveling. All I have to do is wait...

 

Wait for those Walls to fully come down and my sorrows flooding out.

 

The day of my redemption. When I will be free to do and go as I please. Only taking those select few with me. Only then will they see me. See me at my best.

See me for who I really am. 

 

Free of my axiety, which is ever growing. My  stress and depresion. 

But see  me as I aspire to be, doing what I want to do. 

 

But until then I continue to conform.

Be what I need to be and do what I have to do.

 

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