BlueHarmony14

I wanted you to care. Laugh all you wish. That's the truth, although my pride would never allow me to admit it. My pride has always been my worst nemesis. This took me a while to realize. It always held me back. Always chose for me. My pride spat nasty words and hateful lies. It trapped me inside its center and wore my face as a mask. I was merely a puppet, controlled by my pride. I am so afraid of cutting myself from its strings for fear I will slump to the floor. I might become motionless and too weak to stand on my own feet. What if it turns out that I cannot walk without my pride there to control each step? What if there is n

That's my name. I write literature about my life. (Poetry, chapters, etc.) but i just joined DA and i'm still getting used to it.