So..... I've told my bread mum that I don't feel anything for someone.... I don't really know what to do anymore.
I'm at the complicated moment in my life where I just want to scream and fall off a building(I had a chance but chickened out.)
I wanna roll into a pit of lava. My decisions are limited...
1. Say nothing and let them be happy. However, I'll just feel empty and act on pure mechanics.
2. Say something and break them. Leaving my mess all over the floor not knowing how to clean it up.
3. Lastly,, let nature take its course and leave to the UK (if my father can afford it which I doubt as of right now.)
It's 12:40 am, Monday, August 15. And this is me writing down some useless feeling in the dark. With a pounding head, aching arms and a air filled heart. I should probably say something before that beating heart gets too wrapped up and chokes me.
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Am I Even Here?
No FicciónOne day, there was a tiny dream. - The tiny dream wanted to grow and be noticed, but it was far to small. Without the support of others, her heart grew dark. 'What am I doing wrong?' She thought as tears pooled out of her eyes. 'Am I being too weak...
