"I'm just scared."
"Of what?" I asked.
She looked at me and placed the cigarette between her lips before letting the smoke consume her. "Of everything, everything that happens here in this place. I used to think when I was little that the world was a perfect place, where everyone grew up perfectly into the person they wanted to become. I was wrong and these people, they're all monsters," she said. "A species that i'd never understand nor be able to live with. Jesus Christ I just want to wake up from this nightmare already. Except this isn't a nightmare, this is reality and there's no fucking way out."
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excerpts from books that i'll never write // one shots
PoesíaAfter a year in therapy, my psychiatrist said to me "maybe life isn't for everyone."
