Im scared. Not of things like bugs and snakes and the dark. No im scared of myself im scared of people. Im scared of the thoughts inside my head of the words people have said that echo throughout my brain and never leave me alone. Im scared because i dont know when then next time ill snap and lose control. Im scared of the next time I hurt myself or someone else. Im scared because i dont know when i might just end it all. I live in fear and i hate it but there is nothing i can do. I live surrounded by hatred and fear. Hate from others. Hate from myself. The people who i once called friends are some of the people who scare me most. They know me. Ive poured my soul to them and they left. They broke my walls and left me here to cry and sob and cut and smoke and drink and make it all so much worse. Im all alone now its just me myself and i but im still scared. Of myself and of everyone else and i always will be.
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Scared
Short Storya short look into the mind of a girl who is scared of herself and the people around her WARNING: very depressing and maybe even triggering you have been warned also i didnt edit and i probably never will
