In loneliness I see who I want to be,
and I believed in that reflection.
But whenever I get to be with other people
I see who I really am.
I dont like me, then.
I just like me in loneliness.
I grew up happy, in my little bubble of magic and beauty.
But now as an adult...
I grew up in a suburb on the west coast of America my whole childhood and then went to college in South Korea to get out of my hometown that houses so many ghosts of bad memories. But now in my 4th semester, I often feel so lonely and mis-understood, I wonder how I'm going to...
I have been trying to live a good life, do the right thing, pay it forward whenever possible and I think that is going to put me right into my truth's arms. It is definitely a leap of faith but for some reason, whenever I think I have a plan or an idea of what I am supposed...