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Nairobi, Kenya
I am an ordinary girl wanting what everybody wants. A good life that serves a purpose. I found out early in my life that writing was the only way I could express myself and explore the world and my mind without fear. I write because it gives me relief. It is my therapy, my outlet.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Ramblings, don't bother reading :-)

Sitting in the office in front of a computer. I'm not bored, at all in fact I feel good. I just don't want to do anything constructive. I just feel sort of out of it today. My stomach is aching. Feels like cramps in the horizon. I hate period pains. I wish I never had them at all. They hurt. They really hurt. I'm so unhappy when they come. Dreading the moment.

Today I feel sure of myself. I don't feel like I don't belong, you know? I feel comfortable in my skin. A little lost but I have felt a little lost ever since my entry into the world. 

A friend of mine this morning said something that shocked me. She said that I intimidated her when she first met me. She intimidated me when I first met her! I was so shocked. She's social and seems to get along with everyone. I'm an introvert with an overly polite condition. To tell you the truth it is only because I'm a very nervous person. Very.

I know that I think that am not social and I think I know that my actions confuse everyone else. Me as well to tell you the truth. This is why I feel misunderstood. When am upset and everyone else is happy I blow off my sadness so that I can accommodate those around me. Then those around me will not know that something upset me.

Sometimes I leave the office tired but when I get home am all over the place like fly. Why do I do that?

Writing even when you have nothing to write about is supposed to help you develop writing skills. I have nothing to write about. What about this, you might say? My mind will never stop thinking. I'm just thinking on paper. That last line sounds clever. Smiling slightly. Mentally patting myself on my back.

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