Feel free. You deserve it.

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined. I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned

I was thinking about what Im gonna write in this internet journal, because my friends are constantly posting their entries, but mine is clean. I mean, what does my mind have to be that interesting? What random things I can share that will sound honest and real, and that it doesn’t looked scripted or whatsoever.. Until I go to youtube and search some songs and it was funny I have gone into a throwback song, you know “The Hills”? 

Staring at the blank page before you. Open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.

Its Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. And I was screaming on the top of my lungs when I clicked it and played it. Twas like an anthem (for me, though.), Every time I here it there is something about this song that says you’re free. Sing it out loud. Nobody will care. (Actually, there was, my sister smacked me with a pillow) And it felt awesome — To not actually sing it, but to say it out loud, that sometimes I’m free.

Reaching for something in the distance. So close you can almost taste it. Release your inhibitions.

I’m free in people’s judgement, in my teacher’s homework, in the shits people have. It makes me feel alive. It makes me want to commit mistakes. It makes me want to say stuff I dont say when I’m guarded. I want to care less about everyone’s drama. I want to be me. Free. Mistakes. Stuffs. Drama. Alive.

Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open.

Feel free to have mistakes. Say stuff and forget about the drama, and suddenly you’ll feel alive. It makes us human. It makes us worth it. In the span of 4 minutes, we can feel free. And the happiness that it can brought us is much, much, much more than 4 minutes. Shout it out loud. Sing like Whitney Houston. Say it like you are the president giving speech. Be free like a bird.

Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten.

No one else can feel it for you. Be free. Be happy.