"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?"
Like, seriously though. Do you? Do you ever feel so used up & forgotten & like literal garbage? Like, no matter what your dreams are or what you've already done in the past, it's never enough for people?
I feel like a plastic bag sometimes. I feel so used up & torn & I'm only here to carry some peoples baggage until they're ready to move on and deal with it alone. I feel like garbage.
I'm just a torn and wasted plastic bag that has been forgotten and lost.
I am irrelevant.
YOU ARE READING
(Die)ry.
Non-FictionHonestly, this is more or less an online diary. All I do is rant on and on and talk about life. Twitter: @lelabelle7 Instagram: lelabelle90 its_art_dad
