I was doing perfectly fine today. In fact, I thought it was going to be a great day. But, then my mind slowly came tumbling down with all of these scattered thoughts. And here I am, laying here with bloodshot eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a runny nose. Beautiful sight, don't you think? The more sad I'm feeling, the more of a sarcastic bitch I am. Which, however, people love. So, yes, the more I want to die, the more people like me. What a dreadful, but somehow inspirational person I am. Yep. There it goes again. I'm being hilariously suicidal, and, trust me, society eats that shit up. So yeah. Hello, society. I'm dying inside, how about you? I usually show that I'm doing fine, but if they really want to see the real me, they should crawl deep into my brain and feel what I'm going through for a change. It's quite the adventure, I must say.
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Let's Run Away From Reality, Darling.
DiversosThoughts/Feelings/Scenarios/Random stuff. Some days, I just feel like writing because it tends to lift the weight off of my shoulders. Some chapters may be inappropriate for younger audiences. Enjoy. :)
