Sitting in my room, thinking, writing. This is all I need right now. Sure I feel a little lonely sometimes but I always remind myself that I have something others don’t. I have my words.
I want to be a writer one day and I want to travel the world. I want to open my mind to new things so I have much more to write about.
While others go out and get drunk I sit here. On my desk, a pen in my hand or my laptop in front of me. Dreaming of a different me.
I dream of being a song writer, of being a famous blogger, of being able to reach out to the people with my words. I know it is stupid but I can’t change that.
Listening to the words that come out of my speakers. Trying to understand their meaning. This is something I love to do. How can people listen to songs without thinking about their lyrics?
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