I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.
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Teen FictionHave you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn't dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open? (I don't own half of the stuff in my book) Quote to go with this book: Just because someone looks happy doesn't mean they a...
