i don't why i'm making this update. maybe to show i haven't killed myself. maybe to show how lonely i am. maybe to say something. maybe all of them. i don't know. 12 more days then my least favorite day of the year will be here. July 18th. my birthday. i already know what's going to happen then. these people are going to just see it as a normal day and just fly by it. i won't get anything like always. and i'll turn 15 years of age. great. 15 years of loneliness. but i know that one thing will change, at least one person will wish me a happy birthday. maybe just one person. and i do believe they will wish me a happy birthday. it'll most likely be my favorite birthday. why? because someone i can actually trust will be the only person to remember. i just now realized something. today has been nothing but ironic with spotify. i'll...i'll tell you another time. for once, i think i might sleep the night away without crying myself to sleep. and even if that does happen it feels like i won't have a nightmare. crazy, i know. i don't know why but it just feels like that. i don't sleep much and even when i do sleep at night i cry myself to sleep, and have a nightmare. i used to call this journal thing my only friend. but now someone else has taken that position. what is going on in my life?
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis 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...
