1 week total...wasted
3 pieces of paper, front and back...wasted
All the ink in a blue pen...wasted
All wasted on an impossible dream...
Why did I waste so much? Because it was my outlet, it was my way out of the real world. It was the one passage I could sneak through. It led me to a different world, MY world. A place where no one could tell me what was acceptable, and what was frowned upon. A sanctuary where no one's opinion mattered. It was a garden I could be absolutely free in...
But once that bell rang, my mind would quickly race back to the corridor that led to reality...
~Kyla (mid March of '09)
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