I drift away into a sorrowful bliss. The guilt of killing a man slowly takes over me, but knowing I've done justice makes me feel no remorse
I did my best I sweat. I poured hours into studying, I took no breaks at all. But why? Why this? I did everything I had to, I really did. Why? Why this result?
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Random shit I wrote in school
RandomSo basically I have this notebook that I bring to school that I just write random shit in when I feel creative so I decided to post it here. Also my handwriting is shit and I can barely take a proper picture so I'm gonna type it instead