Dear diary,
I'm here to tell you some stories. The type of stories that makes you want to question society and wonder what's truly going on. It will probably fuck you up, but its not that hard to fuck up what's already fucked up inside. Though I will do my best, believe me they're truly no words to describe the torture I feel. Knowing I'm going to leave this world the same way I came in, covered in someone else's blood.
I have this one question that I want you to think about. Have you ever hated something so much that you either wanted to murder it, just stab it 50 FUCKING TIMES and not give a SOLITARY FUCK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER? Or maybe you just cry every time you think about it, breaking a bit more every time? Well if you have then you know exactly how I feel.... This is my diary and it wouldn't feel right to leave this world without someone hearing my side of the story.
"The emptiness will haunt you" - Angelica Cruz
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of A Broken One
Historia CortaThis is basically going to be a bit of things I've been through, read, my dreams, or heard from someone. So enjoy I guess or not....
