Searching for my meaning of life. Enjoy your stay.
Life is strange. Out of all the odds, sometimes the perfect ones play out and then... all the wrong ones. It's fascinating how every day is just another day. It doesn't matter universally, as it's only through our own experiences that we mark each day as good or bad.
By Marina H.8 years ago in Poets
Crying for three hours seems like an impossible thing to do, but I just cried for four. I feel like I'm drowning again and everything around me is blurry.
I don't want to stay here. I want to explore, I want to travel, I want to know. I don't want to be stuck in one place.
It's funny how writing down your thoughts as you disconnect yourself from the world is so rare that it can be put as an assignment. What do people do in their free time?
I know we never met at least not ideally because all those conversations we had in my head just ended up falling into a net.
