I might not physically hurt myself but that doesn't mean my scars aren't deep enough to damage. I seem to take everything to heart and it makes me think about every single little decision I make. It's the mental instability that has made me go mad and I'm not sure I want to come back. The scaring on my brain has hit me hard enough to be sent to an asylum. I believe that if anyone were to finally see the world through my eyes they would run for the hills because my interpretation of society and our standards is far more real than any of the crap drilled into our early adolescent brains. The way I see it, everyone is faking smiles, no one is happy anymore and I think we may not truly realize this but our walls are crumbling and sooner or later it's gonna be hell to pick us back up and put us back together because in all honesty we are the only ones destroying ourselves in this world.
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CasualeA multitude of super short stories that I have written about random topics. Just so you know, the first few chapters are really sucky but I hope the rest are okay :)
