I don't need anyone to care for me.
I can't even write my emotions, nor talk about it to myself.
The only friend I have is myself and I absolutely am fine.
I can't. I'm just not fine, so here I put my pen down and bye.
And yes,don't expect me to reply to you or anything
And I don't need you to care for me.
I don't give a fuck.
YOU ARE READING
Slow Death
Short StoryThis book is my getaway, my escape, my feelings. It's utter shit but if you wish to read it you may :) Quite a lot of emotions,feelings that are depressed, hurt, confused, fucked up..suicidal.. //pluvio-nyctophile//
