I sit there, just sit there. No feeling of sadness, no happiness, no anger, no... emotion. Why do I feel less and less everyday? Why is it getting harder to make myself happy? Why must I freak out over everything? Why can't I just be like everyone else? Not freaking out over everything. Not having my brain turn off when I get really uncomfortable. Not losing feeling of everything. Not losing point of life. Being able to bring joy easily to ones self. Being able to see life in their future. Not getting annoyed with everything, every touch, every noise, everything. Why must I be this why now. I wasn't like this before, before when I was young, I was normal, shy but normal. I want to go back to then, no I just want it to end.
(Ignore bad grammar. This isnt based off of anything. Just random stuff from around. Would name if could think of)
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Short Storyprobably based off things I saw on pinterest or some random thoughts I had that somehow created a story
