the unknown.

do you ever think back to how simpe life seemed , no worries , no stress nothing but what am i having for breakfast. if only i knew the struggles and pain that really came with growing up. the not knowing almost seems better than knowing but then being kept in the dark and not being told becomes somewhat worse than the actual reality of whats going on around you. dont really know what stings more. im the unknown , the definition of whats true and whats fake.
i dont really know myself. if someone told me the life experiences and what ive whitnessed and experienced i would tell them they was crazy , but whats more crazy if how you deal and move after such traumatic experiences .its life and to be honest i didnt realise how dark life was untill now.
you also realise how one minuet life seems so amazing and within a few months its whats going to test you as a person with how strong you realy are. the feeling of anger becasue you cant believe how bad life can really be the anger of thinking life was so simpe almost like you have been lied too till now.
the definition of my life is you coudnt write it. but thats why im going to . the unknown and unexpected of what really goes on behind closed doors that no one would believe but unfortuantly ive realised anything can happen ,
my reality of how my life was to be honest i never really thought about it , now i dont think i stop thinking about it, about what is my life , what is the real me the reaity of a normal life to me is unknown. and the scariest thing is no one knows .
this is my story , my story to fight back.
the saying ” never trust a skinny chef” seems so meaninful and true to me now but in a competely different way than what others would think.