Today is Friday, everyone goes on doing what they usually do. Going about their day, I sit and hear the tick tick tick of the clock in my head, but it's okay I have to breathe. No one understands how stuck those words are in my head I think I know I oughta breathe, especially when I can't. My heart pounds so heavy so so so heavy and it's like the world is imploding. My world is big and I'm so small, no one sees me, no one understands what I've seen or why it hurts to see what I've seen and how does one just end things ? There's so much stuff I can talk about , so many things I could teach. I think that's why I want to teach, to be the person for children who are going through these things too and feel so lonely. It's the miserable society, there was no way of getting things right, there's no way of being happy because everyone is chasing that same thing. That happiness, but to be happy we need to be selfish , think of ourselves and only our survival and our benefit. To me I guess I lost that when I was maybe five. My brain was overloaded with saving everyone, I don't think I thought of myself that much and I went through months not seeing my face except to brush my teeth. I trained my head to do things right, to treat people right to be kind compassionate and caring. Fuck that. No more. Like paint that needs to be mixed I'll shake every negative thing away.
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No FicciónI haven't rough drafted this, or even thought anything through . This is my fucking story. My thoughts, yeah it's dark, I don't care, and I don't even care if anyone reads it.
