3:00 in the morning, in my apartment waiting for the sun to come up, everyday is on repeat. I wake up, school, sleep. Repeat. The world and I never got along. I felt like everyday was a bore. Nothing interested me anymore. It was pathetic. What am I doing with my life, I asked. I remember always trying to fit in with everybody else, I wanted to be slim, Perfect
face perfect everything. Though I felt drained. I gave up. I was tired. Sick. Exhausted. I had no role in this world. I wanted to disappear. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it anymore.
End.
YOU ARE READING
Repeat.
RandomThis was made at 3 AM, mentally and physically tired. these are just my thoughts. :)
