As the morning sunlight leaks through my rainbow coloured curtains, my eyes peel open only to be shut again as i turn over in attempts to ignore getting up and sleeping in, my phone had other plans. After a continuous stream of calls, texts, notifications everything making my phone buzz i finally decide to check it.
An hour of replying to birthday messages i felt loved but all so alone, September the 1st, a day i always cherish to be the day i was born, a day spent with family and celebrated, gifts and all didn't matter as long as i had my family. This year was different, instead of previous years where my family would fly over to visit and spend the day with me, flights were full.
I've lived here for almost 2 years and i still feel as though i don't belong. An australian accented 36 year old girl roaming the streets of new york was something out of place like a puzzle piece put it the wrong way or belonging to a totally different puzzle. As i pushed those thoughts aside i prepared myself for a day in which i would power through for myself.
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being a dreamer
Fanfiction~figment of imagination~ i'm trying to build my creative writing skills so pls gib me feedback on my writing :)) should i name the parts or are the emoji mans fine? 🤨 story names; 1. "a dream" 2. "blue balloon"
