cressida brooke {d5} cb, fin
Jun 5, 2017 15:14:53 GMT -5
Post by Azalea on Jun 5, 2017 15:14:53 GMT -5
seventeen
district five
ratmas concise bio 2/6
293 words
.
They tell me to pull it together. I remember my friend saying that dreamers are the people who are punished the hardest. I tried to tell her she was beyond wrong but I got so scared thinking about the possibility of losing another friendship; I feel like I isolate myself from people far too much.
I know, I know, it isn't healthy, it isn't good. I pray I'll fix that part of myself sooner rather than later.
But the things I had with friends before was good, despite it being so easily broken. As we got older--as we got taller and our eyes became more tired, as my dark hair got more knotted curls by the day--we stood in the rain and were pulled apart.
I miss them, to an extent, and I hate myself for cutting them off. But I'm a dreamer, and I don't care for seeing the glass half-empty. It has to be half-full if you are going to make it somewhere, anywhere in this world. A defeatist attitude is what makes someone a victim of their circumstances.
A lot of my life has dealt with spirituality because it gives me reason and drive to cope.
So, I promise to Ripred that I'm never going to be a victim.
Not ever.
I had my epiphany at 8, you know, I found my faith. My grandpa told me all about Ripred and I felt golden, unstoppable. To know that someone has my back is a safe and comforting feeling. Warmth, and thus, in Him, I trust.
Perhaps I don't really need friends when Ripred is always there and always listening.
I smile. Closing my eyes and bringing my hands together is all it takes to remind me where I'm from.