I'm stuck in a box. Well you could say a special box. People put me in here. Why? This is a box full of stuff to keep me entertained, but like a child I play with those items until they break or I'm bored with playing with them. So like a child I throw a tantrum. I throw away those things. Throw them out of my box. I move onto my next item, same process. This keeps happening until I'm left with nothing. Just me... and my thoughts.
"Did I use them probably?"
"Is that why they broke?"
"Why did I have to throw them out?"
"Do they hate me now?"
"I am just..."
"...not worth it?"
Maybe not...
These thoughts just grow and grow until the people that put me in the box give me new things to use.
Although it's not like when I was first placed in the box... I act with caution every time they give me new stuff to keep me entertained. More caution then the last refill.
Do you feel like this or is it only me?
CONNECTION TIME!!!
The box: My life
The people: My parents or that voice in my mind telling me to do something in my life
The items: Friends/People /Activities/Tasks
The thoughts: Me overthinking again/People who bully others
The person in the box: Me!!!
YOU ARE READING
Crying in a corner
Short StoryJust a really random, crazy, short book about crying :'(
