I want to feel grown up,
Yet young at the same time,
I want to be lifted up,
Yet grounded,
Everyone else goes to parties,
Whilst I stay inside,
I'm single,
I feel tiny,
And big,
And scared,
I laugh,
I cry,
I yell,
I hug,
Who am I?
Who am I? I'm Jessie. From Britain. An island in the ocean, in the world, in space. I'm living. But a real life. Not a perfect fairytale. I'm jealous. Jealous of girls who have everything, boyfriends, go to parties, have perfect hair. This isn't a good thing.... yet it isn't bad. I'm human. I fall, I crumble. I rise, I stand and then I fall again. I am blessed. Blessed with this life. I know. I should feel content. Yet some days I don't. But I'm human. It is okay. It's normal.
It's life. And I'm living.