I have a friend.
His name is ... i Dont know his name.
He's a demon.a demon thats was part of me since birth.
Mom and dad loved me.so did my brother.
But were was mom and dad when i was 6?Ive never known,all i know is brother told me that mom has been with other people besides dad.
Dad wasn't with us most of the time.
We barely saw him.
But back to the present
My friend is who i talked to the most.
I have roommates but, i dont come out of my room often.
"Hey shin,why wont you come out your room?there's people out there who love you"
Poor me doesn't know that.
But do i even care?
My room is my insane asylum but i choose this.
What do i do in here?
What does people do in insane asylum i wonder?
I dont know the answer.
I stare at my wall
My wall is a lovely wall
The texture
Its too bumpy.
I just want to shape it with a knife
But a small one.
Its dark in here
Its funny cause i dont even know where the light switch is
The light burns my eyes.
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I wonder if my "friends are worried about me"
No theyre not,theyre talking,laughing,giggling.
Why does it sounds like theyre next to me?
Thats creepy
They look like demons
But theyre not demons
My only friend is a demon
Hes real theyre not.
God am i going crazy or something?
No
Im not crazy this is normal doesn't every human being goes though this?
Isnt it called a phase?
Yeah yeah its a phase
I just need to get out of it
