I'm glad. Waste your life away imagining noises in your head, the sound of the ringing voices everlasting. Please, watch as the sickening plot runs out of fuel to keep it going. That talent was never there and it never will be. The people that praised you are fake, a figment of an imagination you thought you had. It really did seem ideal at the time. But nothing is ever as good as it looks.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Short StoryThis is where I write whatever comes to my head. Not interesting. Or worth your time. In fact, you shouldn't be here anyway. This is for me, because I am a twat. There is no point in me writing this. An existential crisis awaits.
