I hate this feeling,
Like I'm here, but I'm not,
Like somebody cares,
But they don't,
Like I belong somewhere else,
Anywhere but here.
A/N: Just because in one chapter I said my savior has eyes like the ocean, doesn't mean his eyes are blue.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.
