E for Envies
I hate people. I realized I hate people. Well I always do but this is a different hate. I hate them for what they have and what they do.
I realized many things as I watched children play in the playground and such.
It took me a full day to realize that. I'm cursing out everyone in my head that walks by me. That looks at me. That even glances at me the wrong way.
Whatever. I'm putting my anger into a story. Hah. I can't go full out. I'm afraid to be labeled as attention seeker.
Everyone should have their own book like this. It's basically like a journal. I mean, I could be punching pillows but I'm just typing out my thoughts.
I guess it works well.
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I am?
RandomStruggles. Excuses. Problems. Issues. Random shit. Something we all can relate. Essentially a vent book or a way to put everything in writing Plus thoughts and some theories. (beware cringe and teen stuff until you get to the recent ones) Some part...
