This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of THE WOKINGHAM ARC PROJECT.

I am someone trying to get by, building a future for myself and just being able to live eventually. Successful, numb, “one day and “, reputation, hope, maybe, why,

What makes me feel alive in my locale is how still a fast-paced world can be, only if you choose to stop for one second. When you try to look for better you realise only you are able to help yourself because no one will come to save you when you need them to.

Home is a belief that there just might be a refuge for you to run away to, that you will find one day.

For the future I wish to be seen as a success in other peoples’ eyes. 

Not everything has a meaning, including life.