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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

The holidays were over and school was starting soon . Everyone was busy all juggling between life and school it was a tough call got everyone.

As I sat there looking outside my window I wanted to feel that peace all the time. I knew that was not possible because someone always finds away to ruin it for you. The cold breeze hit my skin and I shivered. I needed this ,I had dreams I had to chase and it was time to make them come true.

What if people did not like my books?I asked myself. If there was something I was scared of was being a failure. I wanted to be the best at everything. A slight indication that I was not good at something literally crashed my soul.

Maybe other people were greater than me. What if they compared me to other great writers?

I believed I was great but as I stared at the book in my lap ,I thought otherwise . It was blank I had written nothing. I took in a deep breathe to clear my mind.

HOPE