Why keep trying?
Why bother?
Why continue?
Nothing I do helps.
I will never make a difference.
I just mess things up.
I'm a burden.
I drag those around me down with me.
Yet,
I can not be alone.
I long for interaction.
I long for contact.
But,
I must be alone
lest I hurt those I love.
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Thoughts of a Girl
Short StoryThis is a compilation of thoughts, experiences and feelings I have. Not all stories are true, as is obvious with Choices, many of these stories are either a metaphor for my thoughts and emotions, or exaggerated to further portray my point. Each ch...
