I'm just going to act as if someone reads this trash
I'm soooo fucking done with life, it's literal bullshit
Everything is so shit and I'm questioning my person, my identity and I'm so confused all the time, I would think I'm gay but then something gives me something to believe I'm not, one moment I'm comfortable with my body and the next I'm giving my self trash for being me
One moment I would be laughing and the next I would be in my room crying for nothing
On moment I was so young and not aware of others opinion and the next it's all I worry about
On moment i can be flying and the next I can be six feet under ground and no one can hear my cries and sometimes I won't cry for help because it's useless and no one would hear me anyway so what's the point
'What's the point?' living is so shit anyway
Because I'm just so fucking curious about fucking everything and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, i wanna die but then I wanna grow old and see my grandchildren if I even have kids, I should be moving on with it
I'm at an awkward age where I've just been introduced to the teenager world and I fucking hate it, I want to be 100 and wise with all I've ever wanted but it's hard to picture the future when you haven't even started the beginning
I'm indecisive
I'm acting like it's my choice in what I'll do in 10 years time, because I'm riding a mechanical bull and life is the controller guy, throwing me around with no mercy, will I fall? Will it hurt?
Guess we won't know until we find out
YOU ARE READING
A random book what I do when I update.. really?
AcakWARNING THIS HAS SWEARING! This is a book about me and my life and basically what I'm thinking you may discover I'm absolutely crazy or I may be shit at writing things Anyway enjoy and please no judge my cold and dead heart can't take anymore