I am spinning out of control and I love it. I want to hear it break, to show them that I don't have to fit into their mold. I hurl the glass at the wall in front of me and it shatters, sending little, sparkling shards across the floor with a pretty, extremely satisfing tinkling sound. In a daze, I sit there and stare at the glass on the floor. My chest feels light and my head is spinning. I am free to be me. To live my own life, my own way. The can tell me where to live, what to do, what to say, but I will fight. I will fight every single day, even if it's only the small inside kind of fight that no one will ever, ever see. But I will fight.


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Jayden Nicole (joined almost 13 years ago)

I have a passion for art and an overactive imagination.

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