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A Bit of Vulnerability

 It has occured to me that I am not personal or vulnerable. Of course you aren't going to read what I write🖉 because you have no motive to. You don't know me, so why should you take advice from me or even care? Well, I guess you deserve to know that much. If it wasn't already obvious I am a devout Christian girl who loves ♥ to write. This makes my work resonate with a limited audience (my friends) Besides that most people know I love to write but don't know the amount of dedication I put into my written works. I think that's why it has been so hard to be vulnerable because when I write it is me. Everything I've shaped and molded🍯 feels like a crumbly ashtray some second grader made in pottery class but it's my crumbly ashtray and so I share it and because people have standards and expectations they either look at it and put it on the drying rack or they say nice try do it again. I've been writing for 10 years since I was 11 and I haven't stopped. I went from sentences that had no punctuation CAPITAL LETTERS, or c   oh   e r e n c   y  to the work you see before you today. Through daily efforts and hours of my free time I have continued writing and coming up with ideas and tales. It sounds like I'm just saying what every wannabe says but that's the interesting thing. My writing is who I am and it is also something that doesn't need to be shared but I believe God gave me this ability for a reason and so I share it. Until over time it becomes something of beauty. 

    I'm a 21 year old girl right now. My name is Alyssa and I live in west of The United States of America🌎. Here they are my cards 🃋 🃎 🃂🃂 on the table... I haven't done much research on publishing because I'm afraid😨. I rarely talk about what I've written because I'm embarrassed and the worlds, characters, and quotes I desire to see in history📜 become nothing but an entry in a journal📓. I've been called to be some example, to be happy☺, to be good, to be a light🕯 but I've been living in fear. Fear of vulnerability and fear of being hurt. I have a wonderful life but that fear is consistently in the back of my mind because in a way it feels wrong to not wonder and question what man is capable of and the last thing I want to do is get caught off guard. I don't know who I'm writing to here. I may be writing to friends or strangers but in the end what you have read before you is me. Some poetic, insecure, and strange young lady and so as you read my words you begin to see me. The real me. Not the positive example who always points to Christ but some broken and fearful person who cowers at affection and a kiss💋. If you do know me personally then this may feel like an insult but I think it's good for you to know. I take time and I'm messed up and struggling but I think that's what makes me human and I think that this foreknowledge is what makes good writers. A good writer does not write a perfect character but one with flaws and depth. They know how to dive through the essence of humanity and mold that essence into a figure to love or hate and I guess the only way to do that is to be that way themselves. 

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