I hate the way I feel. I just want everything to be over with.
Im constantly picked on for my body, for having no friends or no mother. My mother died when I was 4 so I never got to spend much time with her. I constantly cry to the point where I hyperventilate I know it's not a good thing but I just can't help it. Everytime I try to do something to make myself feel better thing just get worse. At that point I don't even try anymore, because I already know the outcome.
I hated who I was mentally.
And nobody ever seems to understand.
(The stories are a bit small rn but they'll get longer soon, but also keep in mind these are just small things for u to use in your books)
YOU ARE READING
Welcome To Reality
Short StoryThis is gonna be a book with many different types of small little stories. This is just something to read until I write an actual book. The name also comes from the facts that some of these stories may actually happen and shows what people really go...
