Does anyone else love the woods? It's the only thing keeping me sane right now. That and writing.
We have a wildlife corridor that runs behind our house and I go out there every chance I get. I'm building a fort and bridge out there with my sister.
If I can get out there, alone, by myself, with NO ONE ELSE THERE, a little piece of hope is returned to my soul.
My mind feels shredded between two parts of myself, the part I know, and the part everyone else knows. Nature calms me and begins to sew the two pieces back together. Even better if it's raining.
My mom tells me everything. Well, not everything, just some things she's stressed about. Those things seem to happen often. They just keep piling up and up and I keep listening and giving advice because I'm the big sister! I'm the oldest daughter! She won't break because she's so mature and strong. 466Please respect copyright.PENANAFcS3qhnErO
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Every day, I could just scream. I haven't cried in months. Not from pain. Not from emotional or physical stress. I can not for the life of me remember when the last time I cried was. It's not because I haven't wanted to. It's because I can't. She's the oldest. She's invincible.
SHE HAS FEELINGS TOO! And no one seems to care.
Except the forest and God.
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This turned into a rant.
Bye.
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