struggling to rise to my feet , I peer out the window and notice the yard is covered in a blanket of snow." I wish I could go out there." I shook my head and a tear fell from my cheek. Its been six years since i stepped foot outside, my room now felt like a prison. my mother had died not too long ago, from this same issue . I lay back on the bed hastily, my legs began to grow week. "I wish things could change, or at least I'd love a nice friend to talk to. Her grandmother told her she couldn't have friends , because they'd cause me emotional distress, and my body didn't need it. If only my life were normal , but know I have to deal with this incurable burden. I gave up my ranting and put in my headphones. Music.... this is the closest I have to a best friend. pretty sad. This is one of my favorite song, its "never to late " by three days grace. It kind of describes my "epic" life. Hmmm, nice way to describe it huh? oh well .
so what can I do ? lay around and write. That's what I'm used to. Putting all these thoughts on paper, I'd love to be a writer but Ill probably never leave this house. Pulling the bed dresser toward myself I pulled a notebook out of the top drawer. Sometimes, I write music, poems , and I've actually completed 3 novels. Actually shocking I finished something. normally I put it off , and forget about it for awhile.Well hopefully someone will read them , I'd love that! If not at least I tried.
