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By Qshiesty
Hearing others’ stories makes me think I don’t know much about anything nor what I think I want for myself. I take things for granted I really do and I need to step back and actually think and discover how should I take things now. I never realize on how much anger, sadness, rage, unfocused, corrupted, distraught people are, especially the confused one who don’t know what they’re doing with their lives and with themselves. I never wanted to know what others are thinking nor what they’re doing. But I always think why they do what they do either it’s fun or sad but they wouldn’t invite me. I think growing up I always wanted to be invited to things. But now I know I should invite myself or at least ask to come. I learning lots. But I know my yearn to learn move will keep going, because we never stop. It only stops where you stop, nobody is stopping you from learning. Only you stops you from you writing again makes me feel like I’m getting somewhat of my life back. I guess I always wrote since I was a little girl. I had these little twilight book and I wrote in them everyday. I always liked that series. I didn’t know why.
