Recently I've lost my faith in humanity. I do try to be conserving, not gonna lie. Honestly, I think I need a therapist right now. My mind has been a very dark place since the incident happened. I just put a face on, and others can't even see somethings up. But, I can't let my emotions out. It just doesn't work. I don't have words, I don't know how to express myself, and I just bottle it up until I explode in a fury of anger. Trust me, it does not work out well. Everyone tries to make it better, but they just don't. Just makes it worse.
It's the fact that none of them know my secrets. But don't think I want them to know. It's just the fact that I, just a 16-year-old, have to care for my whole family (8 siblings in total) with just a couple of dollars. It's bizarre that I even have shelter, food, and warmth - along with other needs. But never does anyone ever think, Huh, maybe this kid ain't as fortunate as I, but y'know, I'll beat the crap outta him. Well, you better think twice.
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General FictionThe world is so dark and grim, how can anyone possibly smile now. With so many deaths, it fills a space so big almost nothing can compare. Hatred feelings of loneliness and devastation. The void that was once there has disappeared almost completely...
