The items that I carry with me tend to be few. I am simplistic and not high maintenance. I do carry lipstick. I don’t care to tote along all of my other make up, but my lipstick is a symbol of my unique style. It portrays me as the well put together and driven, a persona I am striving to make a reality. I carry headphones, for the days that require a little inspiration and pick-me-up. I would say the music moves me, but I can’t dance. The music affects me, and it makes my soul dance instead. It breaths life back into me. I also carry books. Books are worlds that you can carry in your purse and escapes that are always available. A book can hide me from life even in a crowded room. When my lipstick persona fails me, and music can’t lift my spirits, I always have a book to fall into.
I’m figuring things out.
The emotions that I carry with me tend to be many. I am not one to share my thoughts freely. My emotions can pile up and weigh on me. I carry love, but I have not done so for long. I’m learning how to share my love for the first time. Until then it will be clogging up my throat and fogging my brain. I carry my insecurities, because I’m a girl and we compare ourselves to others. I’m good at hiding theses too, but holding on to them makes my feet stumble and my mind doubt. I carry worry, and the stress that is attached to it. The worry is an accumulation of school work, home life, and life as a teenager. Right now as a sixteen year old everything matters and is important right at this moment. Until I can learn to differentiate between what is petty and what really matters, worry will make me silent and stress will make me reserved.
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