Being An Independent Person

As an independent person, you tend to like being alone than in a crowd full of people. But sometimes it creates an empty, dark hole in your heart. You have to find a desire to fill it, or else it would pull you deeper into the darkness. Little did I know books would save my life, and help me become who I am today.

Growing up, I was always known as the independent one. It 's not that I was anti-social, I just didn’t have the time or energy for pointless friendships and fake people. So I always kept my eyes open like a hawk, debating who I could trust or not. I like to call it selectively-social. From those failed friendships grew my criticism towards myself. I would always doubt my worth, and others love for me. I thought I wasn 't good enough

I would over-think everything, stress over simple things, and make a situation harder than it had to be. I pushed people away, for the fear that they eventually walk out of my life no matter how close we were. Back then I thought it was the best thing to do, but I now realize how wrong I was. I grew lonely, I needed something to fill in that gap.

It was a sunny morning in the month of June. All I wanted was to stay home in the cool protection of the A.C., but my mother insisted on taking me and my siblings out somewhere to soak in the sunlight. The only thing I wanted to do with the sunlight was to get out of it! She decided to take us to our local library and choose some books to read. My younger brother was jumping with excitement, whilst my younger sister was dreading the trip. I, on the other hand, had mixed feelings. I couldn 't remember the last time I opened a book. All I remember was that I was in love with reading. I still wasn 't sure how I felt about it now. We were welcomed by a cold breeze once we entered the library, which to my surprise was pretty full. I took a long look around the place. The bookshelves were wooden and shiny, filled with books of all shapes

Not in a crazy, weird way. They just have such a special place in my heart. They 've taught me how to love myself, and always be open to new ideas. The criticism vanished, and became another chapter left in my past. I kept the people I love close to me and cared with all my heart. I have realized that I matter, and am worthy of everything. Books saved me, and I am only one witness of