Do you know what it's like to walk into a room of 25 other people and know not a single person likes you?
Do you know what it's like to have somewhere to escape to for two hours every other night and then suddenly it's the place that causes you the most pain?
Do you know what it's like to not have a break?
To never have an escape?
To spend every fucking day planning, imagining, wishing about your own death.
Fucking heartbreaking.
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Letters To No One
Non-FictionA collection of letters I've written that will never be claimed and never leave the safety of my journal.
