Nothing was going right for me anymore. I’ve always have had trouble sleeping but tonight it’s like World War II going on in my head. I had a dream where there was a fire. I was the only one in my house to make it out alive. I lost everything. Or at least that’s how I felt in the dream and right now.
Even as a child I somehow felt that I was the outcast. I know it wasn’t true, constantly being surrounded by other kids and always being invited to play, I was never alone. Honestly, making friends came naturally and seeing other children struggle with it made me want to feel how they did. I built up walls so I could sympathize with them. I just never learned how to destroy those walls holding me in.
I don’t want to make this some sob story about how I lost my best friend and couldn’t cope with it. I want my story to be one to remember. That me, Ingrid Claire Spring, even at rock bottom can accomplish more than I ever thought I would, regardless of who was at my side. I’m going to make my story known. I guess it’s working, I mean if you bought my book, or borrowed it, or even stole. Something here made you believe in me.
Now just so you know so there isn’t a huge cliff hanger, I live a good life, I just suffer from the illusion of loneliness.
I am going to turn into something great even if you close the book here. Hopefully, I won’t have to interpret the story again to give you some huge note.
The end of chapter two.
It is meant to be a shorter chapter. Also, I have another blog post coming later tonight, I felt like I owed it to you guys for sticking around through my inconsistency. I’m also going to try to make the first Saturday of every month a writing day. I have a bunch of cool posts that I’m really excited about planned for this month.
Okay, see ya soon,