Everyone tells me that I'm crazy, broken, different.
And I tell them they do not understand, and they just laugh.
I'm not crazy, they are. They can't understand that I can't change this.
And what if I'm like this? The demons and the voices in my head are my only friends. They only tell me bad things that are true about me.
~Ugly~
~Useless~
~Crybaby~
~Different~
~Fat~
~Nobody loves you~
~You're a freak~
~You were a mistake~
And they tell me to kill whatever is left from my personality, to disappear from this Earth because nobody will miss me. And that's true.
So I listened.
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Sad stories/ Depressing quotes
RandomHere I'm going to write stuff that comes into my head when I think and I'm alone and I want to share my thoughts with you. *slow updates*
