Sitting on the floor of the library where I am to block out the surrounding environments.
Shall I zoom into the conversation beside me. Where my old friends are discussing formal and mood disorders, without me.
How could I possibly want to listen to them belittle me.
Don't be silly Samara. They don't know you're here.
Put yourself in their shoes.
I spent the night with my friend Lauren. I suppose I have been spending a few nights with this precious soul.
Spending copious amounts of time with someone bursting with inspiration and happiness genuinely lifts me from the pits. A hand out of the hurricane.
Not only am I being taught about myself and how to control my own train of thoughts, but how to accept tragedy and blessings at the same time.
An insight on reality, out of the darkness of depression.
The Tsunami of emotions I have felt are just beginning to make sense.
I feel as though this wave can be surfed.
And the tire can be changed.
I am ready to supply an aura of inspiration myself. Not only this, but become approachable..
Recently, I met someone. A gorgeous soul too. One I can honestly say I empathised with.
A sporting star, career ended short due to injuries. I can easily say I have known at least two others whom have ended their dreams not by choice, but by physical ability.
I would love to finish this and I hope I find time later to do so, though my eye lids are dropping and I'm slowly running out of energy
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