I'm the one who sits at the back of the gloomy room. . Not allowing no humans to feel or notice me. . When I tell people that I am shy, they think that it is a lie. . I am So tired of having people seeing me as the person that I am not, but it is alright because if they see what I really am in the darken and rough core, I feel like no one will treat me the same. . I have read one of my followers short stories , it is named pretty little lies, I enjoyed reading her stories. . I can relate to what she writes because all the words that she wrote I see it as she is writing about me. . I walk inside of my own thoughts . . It is broken into billions of pieces. . Darkness is spreading as fast as a Bugattti Veryon. . Every minuscule step the dark takes . . . I am going crazier and crazier every second. . I am full of madness . Madness that forces me to hurt myself and other's . ....... ........ To be continued..... Harden_Heart warrior. . .
