.Multiple Lives.


I Might Be Young
But it feels as though I've lived a hundred lives

Gymnastics
It used to be my escape, running and flying- into the unknown
not really sure where your going to land
I used to feel so unbreakable ... so invincible
But then- I grew up and I saw that
Gymnastics is a sport of being judged
Judged on how high you can rebound off the ground
Judged on how straight you can point your toes
Judged on how robotic and just how Perfect you can really be
I realizedIm not perfect and it took me 10 years to realizeIm not like them and I dont have that ability
High SchoolHigh school taught me to depend on yourself
everybody is looking out for themselves and trying to .survive.
While surviving I recently discovered-

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
The vintage Indie fashion

trying to redecorate my room


dont get me wrong- I love these things... but im still
trying to decide what time of person I want to be
BUT is that dependent on what others want me to be?
or make me?
This leads to-
DECISIONS
which do kill me
What is the right descision?
Is it based on what is going to help the people surrounding you
but doesnt help yourself?

Or to help yourself despite others?

Decisions used to be so black and white
Now
Growing up decisions have become so GREY


Im still figuring out who I am






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