I'm a weird person, the kind of weird person that opens up to you and tells you everything about herself the moment she meets someone.
Very weird actually. I would spend hours everyday just staring at anything that reaches my eye.
It could be a tree, a window but most of the time, I just lay down calmly and just stare at the ceiling of my room.
I would stay there for to long that my mother starts to think something's wrong or that I'm doing some weird shit in my room when my head is in the clouds.
It's my happy place really. It feels like paradise. All alone, no worries, nothing to bother me, no one.
Just me and my precious ceiling. I would just stare and think about my life.
What could have possibly went anymore wrong? How did I become the monster I have become? So negative, so dark.
At this time, young people are probably at the club getting drunk and laid and I am just staring at the fucking ceiling.
I try to stop, my eyes are tired of being opened the whole time without shutting them down.
It's useless. I feel like whenever I stare at the ceiling, I no longer have control over my body.
I feel unconscient. Unable to move, unable to talk, unable to even twitch.
I feel hypnotized.
What the hell is even special about this blue ceiling? Why can't I stop staring.
I do not know.
I will never know.
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The suicide note
Short StoryAn anonymous letter was found at the house of Cedric Kerkoff, a 27 year old math teacher. He reported that incident to the police. The authorities proclaimed that it was clearly a suicide letter . Its author sneaked into the house while the teacher...
