Pastel Bubbles

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How I Was Raised

I was raised very dependant of my parents. I had a partially new car, the education, money galor. But I never stood up for myself, never did anything myself. My parents always paid for me.

When I got a job, moved out, tried to be independant. I had a decent amount of money in the bank, but no guidance in the world.

Instead of people helping me, they wanted me to suffer.

"She's rich."

"Goody-goody."

"Her parents gave her everything, why should we help her?"

"Spoiled brat."

I never asked for it. I never wanted the money. Sure, it's nice. But I never took it for granted. I saved everything and never felt like I HAD to spend it.

I always thought the world was a place to work together. To help each other. I'm not asking for money. I'm asking for guidance. How do I do... life. It's not rainbows and unicorns, I know this. But how do you get that thick-skin.

I envy the poor... I wish I was less fortunate. Because the world looks so much better to them. Money is not happiness but simply a distraction from ignorance... for me.

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I'm Fine

I'm fine, though everything is falling apart.

I'm fine, yet I cry sometimes.

I'm fine, but my intolerable mind says not.

I'm fine, though my chest hurts a lot.

I'm fine, but sometimes I feel weak.

I'm fine, no I haven't had anything to eat.

I'm fine, and so is my body.

I'm fine, but my mind says I'm not.

-me

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My mind is untamed by your lame games.

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Comfortably sitting with my boyfriend ♡

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Let’s get spooky!

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Never ♡

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nikandlily on ig

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Too perfect.

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First Post

Oh boy! My first post what will it be? Hmmm...

....hi. Nope! Everyone says hi. That's so 5 years ago... what's something no one would expect me to say? Oh wait, they don't expect anything, I don't have any followers... but what if one day I do?! What if I become a star off the internet?? People will say, "I wonder what she first posted?!" Scrolling, scrolling, down and down, and BAM, "Hi." Won't do.

Stop over thinking it! Just say something! Get it started, get the nerves out, this is an outlet, right? There's no pressure (bullying?), there's no need to freight (trolls?), no one cares right now. No one. This is just you. Your first post. The freedom to say anything you want and not be seen for at least a moment. No one knows you yet, your full potential is yet to be found. Just open up! Just say something! Anything!

"Hi."

Is this too little? Not enough? Too much too soon? Or too short? It's just one word, used to open the stage. "Hi." Now my story begins.

Where will it take me? Stage left or stage right? Down a path of good or bad? That choice is mine and mine alone but for now my "Hi." Is uncontrolled. It lingers in the spotlight waiting to be found with nothing but a glimpse of the crowd. Waiting. They're waiting just for you, to open up and say something, to be enlightened by your mind.

Or... are they?

Maybe some won't care, and that's okay. Not everyone agrees with you, okay? You'll smile and frown, fall on the ground, but you keep getting up, okay? Everytime you say something, it's boundless someone will disagree. And that's okay. Don't let it knock you down. But don't not listen. Learn from disagreements. Learn the other side. Understand both, and pick one.

"Hi."

I am here. I stand here before you, reader, and I put myself into this outlet on my free will. Nothing holding me back. Just you, and me. Will you listen? Or will you scroll on? The choice is yours and I could care less. I'm just a voice being thrown into a void, if you happen to hear my call, then can I listen to you too?