My life is boring. I have a nice family that cares about me. Wait...
Do they care?...
...Yeah, yeah they do care. They're just kind of... not there? I mean, we're there for each other, but we also don't see one another all that much.
I spend most of my time in my room. Alone. Talking to people that I can't see or hear.
And they talk to me.
We talk with each other.
We talk together.
Yet I'm still alone in the quiet.
Who am I?
What am I?
. . .
I am a normal teenager spending too much time on my phone texting strangers on the internet and refusing to socialize in real life. I also have anxiety. That's literally all there is to it.
I only wrote this because I was thinking about what I'm doing and thought exactly the 4 first lines and realized just how creepy it actually sounded out of context.
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RandomBasically what it says in the title and on the cover, a collection of short stories I come up with occasionally. Credits for pictures go to rightful owners.
