I am a lot like fire. I'm nice and warm and happy, but if you get to close I'll hurt you. I don't mean to, it just happens. Everyone I care about gets hurt. My friend groups get torn apart, my friends hurt themselves and I can't help them. I do try though. I try so much that I can't ask them for help in fear of it hurting them. Especially my girlfriend. Everyone thinks I tell her everything but I don't. I can't. I told her I cut and her sister told me she cried for four hours. This is why I don't tell people things. I hurt people.
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Journal Of Fire
Non-FictionIts legit just my journal that I'm for some reason posting for everyone to see. Journal of fire is an analogy, you'll get it if you read it.
