There's a lot that's been building up inside of me. A lot of hopelessness, anger, and depression. Things ended between Gill and I a few weeks ago which still gets to my head sometimes, even though I've been trying to forget about her entirely, just so I can actually move on from that fully. Sometimes I'm just reminded that I actually have no clue what the good reason is for us ending it. She told me to end it, and I couldn't have her being sad anymore. That'd be ethically wrong. A part of me still wonders if she feels what I feel right now, or if she feels anything at all during these times of distress from losing something. I need to stop it with all these, "sob" stories about women. I need to stop opening myself up to these kinds of things, and just close my doors till it's a sure thing. I'm sure I'll get into more information later as to what actually happened, but here's me not trying to think about it, so I shall not.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
