I know I have no reason.
No reason to feel like this.
Do you think I want to?
Do you think I enjoy this despair?
Do you think I want attention?
Do you think I want this?
All of this?
No.
I want out.
I want saved.
I want freedom.
I want happiness.
I want to live.
I know I have everything I could ask for.
I know I am not missing anything.
I know I should be happy.
I want to be happy.
I need to be happy.
I can't.
I can't force myself.
I can't pretend to be something I'm not.
Please help me.
Can you?
Will you?
Or
Will you run.
Run away from me.
Am I too much?
Is it too much for you?
I'm sorry.
Go on.
I'll only drag you down.
Go.
Continue living.
Leave me.
Don't help.
I'll only hurt you.
Bring you down with me.
Please.
Go.
Save yourself.
Leave me.
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Thoughts of a Girl
Historia CortaThis 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...
