The previous "story" was just a ranting. I just needed to blow off some steam. It really felt good being able to just say what I was going through. That was all that I really wanted. I didn't really care if people actually listened. Or even read it. That was not on my goal list for that little blip of feelings. But as it turns out, people did listen.
As of the time that I am writing this, that has 15 views. 15 is not a huge number. Since 15 is a small-ish number, why am I happy? Why do I care that just a couple of people read it? Because of this simple fact: 15 is greater than 0. People listened. Either I would just keep it to myself, and nobody would know what I was going through. But people listened. Just now, a girl who I usually wouldn't talk to sat by me, and gave me a hug, and said she read what I wrote. She said she thought I was really smart, and that she was sorry about what I was going through. That meant a hell of a lot. Just knowing that someone listened to me is amazing. And knowing that someone cares is worth a lot to me.
That insipired me to try and write at least one story a day. Sometimes it physically wont be able to happen, but I will still strive to write something down once per day. And put it onto Cowbird. This is how I can reach people the best way. This is how I can write down the stories of my life, so I can just get the weight of my feelings off my back.
So thank you. Thank you for reading this. It means a lot to me :')