A person will always leave a mark; a hole or a renewed part of you that the world seemed to turn their back on.
Raising my aching head, I stare out of the window. Images of intimacy and familiarity present themselves; the lush green grass trampled by boisterous, playful, carefree neighborhood kids; the contrast between my world and theirs is evident. I turn my attention to the roaring television, which I focus on furiously; the complete antithesis of all stresses, intellectual, emotional and familial of the day. The occupants of the TV house* backstab, gossip and complain about poor quality meals and unwashed dishes; a far cry from the serious, drama infested world of a teenager. These diversions are there to keep my mind off the mistakes I eagerly made. I had rejected the simple notions of reality and friendship, willingly making myself vulnerable by holding onto the residue of past relationships, not leaving them behind, afraid I’ll lose something more. But these days it seemed letting go was unavoidable…
*Big Brother yo~
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