𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, rants

I need to get this off my shoulders.

I feel scared.

I fear men.

I fear murderers.

I fear people.

I feel excluded from my friends.

They are getting together and not inviting me.

Don't call me a bitch for saying this.

I'm scared for my family; my real friends.

I feel sad.

I feel lost.

I feel like there is no point in living if you're just going to die at the end.

I feel tired of hiding this from everyone and bottling it up inside of me.

I always want to cry.

I feel like there's a monster inside of me, trying to kill my insides; my spirit.

And I feel guilty for acting like this.

I feel guilty for saying this.

Whenever I say these things, I feel selfish, even if I know that all humans have emotions and it's okay to express them.

I feel like people will judge me.

There's a literal monster inside of me, trying to end me.

End not only my spirit but me too.

I won't listen to that monster, but it will always haunt me anyway.

Sorry.