midnightgypsy
What have I made of my life? Not a lot, I have a handful of memories cluttered in my all too cynical mind, who knew this was what I Would become, not me, I wanted to be so good at things, at life, but now when I look back at what I made of myself, I almost angry.
I knew a few maid's over my time in New York, I used to be one myself once upon a time, never did I think I would be the one with a maid and yet that's now what I am. And I'm not sure I'm happy about that.
I never received a gift in my whole life, I grew used to seeing the happy looks on my friends faces when they received something. My graduation was the hardest, all around me were people happy and smiling as they recieved gifts, but then yesterday I got a gift, someone saved my life.
The sun shone down on the beach on the hottest day of the year, there were girls laying out trying to get their skin a little more bronze before winter set in, hopelessly she watched them and thought about how pointless it all seemed.
There is always order in my household, run by staff and not by family. There is always order in thing, because otherwise my mother would break down. She likes order, she likes giving orders and I'm done with it all. I hate it all now. I hate order.
Qhat is myth? I never really understood it until one day my mother took me out onto the porch and spoke to me about it. Telling me that stories are often myths, legends that are passed on between the generations and somehow become real.
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