I guess I was born a normal baby and I was a happy one too. Life was good when I was a little child. My parents had a decent amount of money and the most I worried about was if I had a change of clothes for Pre K in case I wet my pants. I did sports and I loved them. You could say I was pretty athletic. School wasn't very hard for me when I was young. I was was overall a nice kid unless I got annoyed.
On the outside I seemed happy but on the inside I was almost always hurting. I'm not exactly a complainer so I never really informed my parents of this nostalgic nuisance that has turned out to be my personality. But anyways, I have and I think I always will have this hole inside of me. This anxious anxiety. This constant searching soul of mine. I wouldn't say I'm depressed but I would say I'm hurting. Trust me there's a difference and my life gets much worse.
This concludes Part 1 of Death, introverts, and life. Please comment. I want to hear your thoughts and opinions. Thanks!
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Death,Introverts,and Life
Fiksi UmumLife would be great if everything was perfect and everything turned out right..but it would also be boring. Come along with me and I'll share my experiences with you.
