2 Minutes Daily Writing no 4.

Look at me. You don’t know who I am and where I’ve been. And to be honest, sometimes I don’t even know that. I am lost sometimes in this big world.
I feel lonely sometimes and even fed up.
I cry.
I fight for my share of happiness and I am proud.
I am proud of my wounds, my history, my family and myself.
Not always I gave the best and for sure not always I received the best. But here I am.
Not afraid to say what I feel and what I need.