Born A Dreamer.
When my parents tell stories about me, they always inclued something ridiculous I've said. Since the time I learned to talk, which was before I was a year old, I've told stories. I would talk the entire drive to the store, the whole time we were shopping, and all the way back again, telling my mom all my stories. If my mouth was shut it meant I was sleeping, if my eyes were open I was talking.
I always loved telling stories and was never big on video games because I had too many stories to act out with my toys. Even after I learned not to talk so much, I was still telling myself stories in my head.
I've never been good at school because my mind is always in a different place. On the odd occasions when I manage to concentrate on the work I do very well, but those times are so few that I just barely get through my grades.
I was born to tell stories, but this is not how I learned to write them.
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My Stories And Secrets
SpiritualA small collection of my personal testamonies, and things I've written to describe emotions like anxiety. Content includes; The Bracelet, My Monster, The Stroyteller, Dear Anxiety, and Demons In My Closet.
