I don't know why this keeps happening to me. Earlier today I wrote thank you to all you readers. I was happy then. Now I feel like this world is fake. Like it's a dream. Like I never wrote anything down, like I'm in bed sleeping and this is all a dream. That I never met anyone that made me smile. In other words I'm down with the fallen again.
I really wish I had the willpower to make myself happy again, but I don't know why I'm down in the first place. Now I'm alone in my room while everyone else is having a good time. If only I feel like I can make myself change, be my old self again. Great, now James is in here. If he bothers me again I'm going to lose it.
I just want to be alone in the house, either that or be somewhere else trying to have fun. I don't get me anymore. I stopped understanding me a while ago. Now I just feel sad. Like I could never be happy.
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The Life of Me pt.1
No FicciónThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
