Submissions by opalwings1002 (Livinginstoryland)

I'm sitting in my room on a Wednesday night
Sitting at a messy desk covered in bottles and wrappers and empty notebooks because I have no inspiration
Sitting with my laptop open to pages and pages of other people’s creations and I wonder:
What to do, how to focus, when all I hear is the deafening silence of lonely people living contentedly behind closed bedroom doors
There is no broken household
There is no higher faith for me to believe in
The only things that draw their attention is lies and failures that you have to force yourself to commit just so someone...

I have a room that’s filled with notebooks
And every notebook is only half-filled till the tenth page
Every pen that I have has only ever been used twice
Every diary entry ever written has been torn out as if someone would care enough to snoop through whatever useless thing I was doing at the time.

I was a little girl who was obsessed with the idea of creating the perfect image
And the image was always changing, always being influenced by whatever thing I admired at the time
Always filled with so many inconsistencies it felt like my whole life was a lie ...