Whether you notice or not, my mind is always somewhere else. My mind is always in a world thats all my own, a world of beautiful girls, bloodless wars, tall blond strangers, fierce jungles and countrysides. Im always writing. In my mind or in my notebook, another chapter is always unfolding.
Slowly, my fantasies materialize on paper, and Im transported to a place where Im wanted, where people miss me when Im gone, where Im pretty, where Im smart and popular, where my only worry is if I can go to the dance next Friday.
This is my escape, my way out of the shitty world I live in, away from the stares, the whispers, the hateful people telling me that everyone hates me, the people constantly saying “go away, Jessica!” I only wish my writing could be my reality…
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i want to escape too
ah, I’d like to escape there too ~