As always, I feel under control.
Used.
Not good enough.
Suicidal.
Worthless.
Stupid.
Pathetic.
I feel beneath everyone.
Especially the people who love me.
But if they love me so much, why do they control me like I'm a puppet? They pull my strings and blame me for things I did, but they made me do it. They pulled the strings. It was their idea and technically they did it, they just pulled my strings so hard and painful that I did it.
I did their dirty work.
I am a puppet.
Nothing else.
A puppet.
Being controlled.
In a controlling world.
YOU ARE READING
Through your veins.
Random(SECOND BOOK!!! The first book is called 'into your veins' I suggests you read it or this book will not make sense ☺️ ) Sometimes you are so broken that when another tries to love you, you break...
