Night is always either the time it hurts the most or the time I feel the most peace. Today is one of the bad nights. I have nothing to do and I'm just lounging around, no way to distract myself from any of my thoughts. You aren't every thought, you aren't half of the thoughts, but the thoughts you are hurt in a way I can't explain. The thing about you is, you're all over. Most of the time you aren't a specific thought, you just kind of lurk in my brain and whenever I feel like shit my thoughts say "hey, remember them? Think about how much of a fail you are and let them be one of the things in your life that shows it." And I do, I let the thought of you add on to everything else I feel, because why not? Who's really going to care? I'm just a random person who feels like shit a lot of the time, feels like an outsider to everything, has a lot of self esteem issues, has some stupid daddy issues that I can't even think about in fear of messing myself up more, and a bunch of other stupid things that you can find all over Tumblr. I'm also not the only one who has tried to write about it in different places. Like that stupid poetry book I started on the other account was filled with poems I never finished, the other 3 or 4 books on the first account I never finished, I constantly begin things but never see them until the end, it's all because who would really read it? Who would really care? I'm not special, I'm not unique, I'm not the only person to feel these things..I'm just another sad wannabe writer.
-missing you xx
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts I'll never share with you
Short StoryThe thoughts of a sad person struggling to deal with the loss of one of their most valued friendships. Written in the form of notes to said person.
