I always wait for something perfect to happen for me to start writing something
I forget that every moment can be made perfect by just changing your mindset
I sit here in my room today not knowing what I should write about
But I know I want to write
For it is the only way I wont feel lonely
For it is the only way I can express what I want to express
I have so many things to share with this world
I am not dead
I am alive despite my malfunctioning muscles and nerves
I want to rant on and on but I want to make sense
After all, who is going to listen?
Who cares if I make sense?
In the end who love me will always love me
Whoever hates me will find ways to hate me
I cannot please everyone; I can please myself
This is my attempt at pleasing myself
This is my attempt to live my best life
I want to journal it
I want to share with the world my opinions
I want to matter in a world where there are people like Tomi Lahren
I don’t want to be a hater but I cannot stop worrying about the hatred people like her spread in this world
I will share my random ramblings here
Will you listen?
I know someone is listening.