Get Out Alive.

It seems so weird to be writing so much again. I haven't written the way that I have for the last couple of weeks for a long time. I missed it. My fingers, my heart, my soul missed it. I did not realize this until it was back in my life. The same for reading. I forgot how to live in the simple moments of life. They were lost to me. Lost in a sea of caring so much for other people that I almost lost who I was. I am glad to have a chance to find myself again. The opportunity to finally figure out what actually makes me happy. What makes me cry, what makes me angry. I depend so much on other people and what they like and how they feel that often I have a hard time deciding for myself. It is time to find out who Analise actually is. Am I a writer? Am I a teacher? Am I a failure? No. I am a student. I am a person. I am a vivacious person who cares deeply about the people around her. But I am sick of getting lost in the crowd. I am sick of being brushed aside like I mean nothing. I am ready to be heard. I am ready to make my mark on this world. Now what about you? What are you ready to do? I hope you are ready to do something. I am here for you if you need anything. I don't want to be the five-minute friend. I want to be a lifelong friend. Give me that chance.