No one seems to understand, I guess I'm better at pretending then I thought. Still, I thought it was a little obvious. I wish I could tell someone that I'm not okay and that I need to talk. I'm tired of pretending I'm okay, but it's a hard thing to quit when you're still not okay. I'm not important though, so it's no big deal. I'm just in the background. I'm hiding behind this wall, so I guess no one seems or notices. If they don't notice that I'm here, they won't notice if I'm gone... Or when I'm gone. Alright. If only someone would of noticed, oh well. It's a bit too late now...
YOU ARE READING
My Escape In Writing
RandomA book where I write some poetry and short stories and stuff like that. I love to write so I think this will be nice for me to write and for you to read.
