I was breathing heavy, thoughts and images running through my head with anger but why I asked myself but "why".
I thought I wasn't good enough for the world, enough for you, that I would disappoint you. Those thoughts stuck to my head every single day. Trying to pull those thoughts away just hurt me more, but why I asked.
I'm afraid of being forgotten, because it seems everyone I get close to ends up forgetting me. I again asked, "Why".
I'm afraid to get bullied because of being myself, being who I truly am inside, I just want to let myself free, but "How".
What do I do to fix this? I asked. Is "Suicide" the only solution to this problem. If so how can I succeed.
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No Sense
Документальная прозаI am Victor and this is my memoir. I will be writing about my life and some of my interesting stories. If you came here to read a good book, well today is your lucky day.
