Sarah Jean

Somehow, the world is quick to dismiss the quiet ones. Their unassuming nature and agreeable gentleness is easy to overlook. But the quiet ones are the people you should pay attention to the most.

Slowly you started shutting everyone out until you were left with only the company of your disease. Since then, you don’t live a normal life anymore. You’ve lost all drive to exist as anything but the person who broke.

To whom it may concern, You seek the concrete, yet long for answers to questions asked, not yet asked, and still waiting to be formed. There is comfort in the idea of destiny, the construct of purpose.