I have no real thoughts, just scribbles of lines spread across my brain. Think about it like a cartoon when they go up close into the brain and there are billions of colours scribbled, messed together.
That is my brain.
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I hate my life, my parents and my siblings. Hate, is a strong word. I have been reminded that since the age I knew what it meant. But I really mean this, I've felt like I am a useless, worthless person many times. I get told every so often, "maybe you could start up on a diet" or "you really need to loose weight" or tell me I'll never be clever enough, or how I wont be good enough for my dream job. Everyone thinks they're helping me out, think that I'll be fine after they lecture me about MY future. That, my friends is not helping. It depresses me, breaks my heart a little more each time.
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If you didn't know, you can die from a broken heart.
A broken heart, also known as a heartbreak or heartache, is a common metaphor for the intense emotional pain or suffering one feels after losing a loved one. Heartbreak is a physical or emotional pain felt. Some often feel a pain in the chest, around the area of the heart, this is the brain emitting chemicals that weaken the heart tissue. Eventually after so much heartache, some people can die.
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Hiya all, this is a short opening to my new book 'Runner'. I hope you all enjoy this book. I do hope to update quite a lot, although I'm finding it hard to find time to update. I still have a lot to do with my other book 'Just the beginning', so please bare with me.
Please go check my other book out if you haven't already, give it a vote and maybe a comment. Thank you, I love you all💖⭐️
