What Can Be Done..?
This is where I begin. I've always loved and had a passion for writing, and I use to be really good at expressing myself through metaphors and scattered adjectives, but recently I've lost my flow. When I was born I was an innocent Caterpillar that's just emerged from pure safety and tossed into an unforgiving, torturous, beautiful, amazing, and dreadful reality. I wasn't always like this. I didn't always talk about the miserable part of life, because I never wanted to believe it could happen. I stayed quiet and I never did drugs, I never talked back, and I did the best I could. I wanted to feel accomplished and make my parents proud to have me for a daughter.