I write to give a voice to the silent. I write to protest against issues in the world. I want to have the world come together and put aside their differences. As a way to get people to listen to my words. I write to feel free to speak mind.
The fog was left behind from winter even though it should’ve been spring right now. It’s been raining, and yet the first day of spring was yesterday. The rain was still pouring from two days ago, and everyone’s face was always the same gloom. The downside to cloudiness is that it’s harder to wake up to. I looked sleepy at my alarm, and it said 7:35 am.