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by Daisy
Rated: · Prose · Educational · #1516894
A description of a certain time in place.
It was a rainy Sunday Evening.  Lost in a world where all seems impossible.  The hope for the white picket fence seemed to be eluding me.  Nothing seemed to be positive, and shopping sprees only ended up being more disastrous, and more frustrating, it is almost like there is nothing that can bring the glimpse of happiness.



Friends say that you should think positive and you will attract the positive.  They also say that if you do not love yourself, then how could it be possible for anyone else to love you.  Is that not the question that we all what answered?



How are we suppose to create this positive self loving environment when there is nothing that one can love about yourself, almost like there is nothing to bring this happiness into your live, so therefore it is pointless to search for happiness, for happiness only happens to those who are happy with themselves.  A whopped theory, but then it is strange how so much can change in a matter of minutes, hours, days and then eternally.



After a weekend of unproductiveness, all seems to be lost.  Searching for old friends on the internet, hoping to find someone that I finally can talk to, someone that will not judge, someone that can understand how I came about being so bitter, so insatiable. 



It all began with the internet, facebook to be exact, a simple “friend request” which lead to a few messages, followed by a phone call and the departure to an unknown destination...

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