Laying down on my bed most of the day, you tend to think a lot.
Well, I thought. A lot.
I thought how insignificant I am to the world. How insignificant I am to everyone I know. I've only done bad. Nothing good came out of knowing me.
What good can anyone get from me? I can't do anything about it because I am stuck. I can't escape to my own little corner of insanity. I can't go away.
I am stuck here.
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Darkness reprieve
Não FicçãoFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
