This isnt a story really its more of a one on one conversation but made between me and myself and hoping for someone who can relate. . I know its not done yet bet I wanted to publish it to see if anyone is interested in hearing me out.
This is isnt like every other story, I wouldnt even call it a story.
It'll be more like a diary entrey or maybe like facts about me... "boring I know.. I even find myslef boring" odd I know.. anywho lets get started shall we " ok it sounds like im more of a blogger not a writer, who even said am a writer anyways HAHAHA" This isn't even funny why im I laughing! ?
Who cares about me for now, I dont even want to hear it myslef..
Do you ever get this feeling inside that you feel so empty, you're like nobody and wonder what use im I making in this world, would it even be the same if I didnt exist? I dont even know anymore honestly.
Is there that person that everyone wishes for that could be there for me can lend me their shoulder when in doubt...
YOU ARE READING
Confession
Non-Fictioni dont know how to describe this honestly, if you read it you'll understand. its really more about me ranting on life
