You can't describe someone you haven't met.
And maybe, you can't describe someone you've known a long time.
I don't think I know anyone.
I am just aware of their existence.
But, they're not aware of mine.
It's just a belief I have, and one I'll stick to until somebody breaks it.
Oh, look at you. Trying to be inspirational, huh?
Of course, she doubts my pseudo-inspiring speech as she is a complete pessimist. But, ignore her for now.
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I made people laugh today, and that made me happy.
I like making others laugh, it gives me the feeling that I'm not bland.
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It happened again. I'm afraid to fall asleep. I can't even supress my feelings anymore.
I continue pressing the tip of the pencil on the paper only to see it break. I'm afraid to go into my room. I never thought it would happen again.
But it did, and you shouldn't be scared.
Tears are falling down my face uncontrollably; I can hear every single crack in the wall. I can see a shadow turning into something else. What do you want with me?
Why are you doing this? Please don't hurt me.
It kept flashing, words that felt so angry.
I don't want to ever sleep in that room. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to move. I just want to feel safe. I don't want to be in the dark. I don't want to be anywhere near my bed.
I don't want that to happen again.
But it probably will.
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