...write.
When I feel like it I guess.
Because there really isn't that much point to it if it was supposed to contain my thoughts and I write when I don't have thoughts.
That's just stupid.
I'm not writing this with the expectation that people will read it. This is just all those feelings and thoughts that's left when the day is over and that I've had enough of stuffing into a corner because that corner is facing my bed and fills me with regret anxiety every night. Before I re-decorated my room the corner used to be a shelf. Nonmetaphorically.
But if by any chance someone reads this, and actually decides to do that because the musings over my nonmetaphorical shelf of regret and anxiety and the likes is all I have to offer. But if you still read, then by all means share your thoughts and ask questions and stuff I'll answer if I feel like I can, depression has been taking its toll on me and shit... I haven't gotten out of bed in a few days and also missed school but tomorrow is the day I might get productive.
YOU ARE READING
Because That's Life
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