Fifteen years ago,
I learned that I am the best.
Fourteen years ago,
I learned that I am the best.
Thirteen years ago,
I learned that I am loved and am the best.
Twelve years ago,
I learned that life’s great, I learned that I am loved by friends and teachers, and am the best.
Eleven years ago,
I learned that I am loved by everyone, and am the best.
Ten years ago,
I learned that I am still loved by everyone, and still am the best.
Nine years ago,
I learned nothing.
Eight years ago,
I learned that this world *****.
Seven years ago,
I learned that life’s trash.
Six years ago,
I learned that being confident is a quality that I do not deserve to have.
Five years ago,
I learned that I should stop making a fuss about everything in my life.
Four years ago,
I learned that I should stop hoping or even caring about people around me.
Three years ago,
I learned that I only got me.
Two years ago,
I learned that I.
A year ago,
I learned.
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This is one of my most fav babies. The date written is super important for this, so I guess I’ll just lay it here first.
my sweetestly harsh childhood is about to end. im almost done with all tales i got to tell and all stories i need to release out in order to get past this successfully. it was great and it was not. but its my life and i loved it. all things happened are cool. and as i said, somehow i feel that im ready to tell everything. been waiting this long. seems like this is the day that i can finally laugh at every single mistakes ive ever done. cool. cool.
anyway, will continue with my short stories stuff after this and maybe one more piece about self. i sincerely thank everything that got me here, and no matter where i am, i forever will be thankful and grateful for all.