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Had ever your dad told you bed stories? Mine, Yes, and no. When I ask to tell me one, he used to speak 2 lines, only, "we create food and energy, then went to sleep". I never really understood those words but I cringed after a certain age. I loved hearing stories and there was no one to tell me one. So, I started telling myself one. Created anything that came to my mind. I started to love that but, every action has its consequences. I distanced myself from people.
No longer, people interest me. I lost my interest in communication and became more of herself girl. Now, when I turned 18. I realized that there's no one in my life with whom I befriend. No longer my own stories satisfy me. I started feeling alone and cried all day because I had no one call. I had no friends to put photos for status on their birthdays or go out for night outs or went to eat pizza without informing mother nor I had bunked any classes. Now, I started consuming more of myself, getting mad for being what I am.
Sleeping under the sky full of white puffs at the end of sunset where bats are flying in and out of it. Spiraling puffs created as if a white hole to swallow anything come in the way. I felt terrifying like evil is watching me. Bats roaming around spirals like protecting it, and my last breath just wants out of my nose. I felt free, free from guilt and regrets and went spiraling around the white hole just like bats. As if I was flying free to the end of nothing. It didn't make me happy but I was relieved. Next life, I won't waste it, I will try everything, from risk to brisk.