Day four
Four days into this writing thing and I already feel like I'm wasting my time. People say it's a great way to transfer my thoughts. Is it really? I feel like I am keeping my thoughts for me to go back and look at. Should I really want to go back and read this? Probably not, but still I'm writing. Still i'm sitting here with Panic at the Disco and Twenty One Pilots blasting in my head. I'm not even at my house. It's around, let me check hold on. Um, around 3 am. I snuck out the back to come to my favorite place, the woods in the park. The dark and scary woods. Where I go, it isn't scary. It's beautiful. The sky is purple with stars shining. The creek bright with the shinning moon light. Ya its about 30 degrees out right now, but I don't care. I let the cold wind take me to another world, another dimension. Thank you depression for not following me here. I can finally leave you here. Oh hello there anxiety.
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The feelings on my average days
Short StoryYou'll be okay. Right? ----- Hello readers. I told you I wouldn't ever talk about me, but this is kind of a story like that. It's my thoughts that I need to write down. I take those thoughts and put them into a fictional story. Now remember. These a...
