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edengraceti'm just a writer
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I just wanted to be seen.

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by edengracet

All I've every wanted to do was been seen.

I wanted to be popular, admired, loved. All the things I couldn't get at home.

Then it happend.

I was high off of success. People loved me. Or at least the me I showed the world.

Then it all started to fall apart.

I was more concerned with my image than my actions

I became cruel and absent in my friendships. I spent more time obsessing over likes and follows than my friend's feelings.

I pushed everyone away.

I didn't need anyone, I already made it without the help of anyone. I could do everything by myself. I had done everything by myself.

I was Icarus and I flew too close and too fast.

And just like him, I drowned.

I found myself lost and alone.

I pushed away anyone who I could have turned to, too concerned with likes and followers than my real friends.

I stopped wanting to be seen.

I deleted all my accounts and focused on rebuilding my friendships, and loving myself without the validation of empty likes and comments.

Some friends I never gained back.

I understand I feel no resentment, only pain at how I forgot some of my closest friends.

Now I am okay being in the background.

I only want to be admired by my friends. I found how to love myself. I am done trying to be seen my the world.

I am no longer an Icarus.

My feet are firmly planted on the ground, with my friends to ground me.

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edengracetBronze Commai'm just a writer
a month ago
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edengracetBronze Commai'm just a writer
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Did you ever love me?
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edengracetBronze Commai'm just a writer
a month agoReply
@stevewaldrop I understand the feeling. I want people to appreciate my work, but I don't need to be associated with my work.

stevewaldropBronze CommaStoryteller inkitt.com
a month agoReply
Well said. The dilemma of my INFJ personality is the battle between needing to be recognized and the need to be anonymous. You spoke to that.

edengracetBronze Commai'm just a writer
a month agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Thank you! This was an attempt to explain my absence from this community.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a month agoReply
This was a beautiful story of developing intrinsic awareness. All stories that we survive are good stories. Great post!!!!!!!

edengracetBronze Commai'm just a writer
a month agoReply
@ashwinidodani Thank you.

ashwinidodaniVerifiedPublished Poet. Human. Spiritualist.
a month agoReply
Heart wrenching piece.