I don't really know why i'm like this, why I hate myself so much, why I starve myself, and abuse myself, mentally and emotionally, every day and night.
I'm always in my room, crying alone, for no reason in particular. Just hate being alive I guess.
If I could hurt myself, or kill myself for that matter, I would. I would... but I can't.
God knows how many times I've wanted to cut myself so deeply I could barely breath. How many times I've wanted to lift my sleeves up and see an uncountable amount of scares. They would look so beautiful painted against my dead skin...
But I'm afraid.
I'm afraid to feel the pain that I want so, so much.
I, Kim taehyung, am afraid of something that I want so much more of.
How pathetic.
So fucking pathetic.
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Helloooo!
I got the idea for this book from my personal experience with depression, in the past and present. I'm an amateur writer, but I'll try to wright more from the heart than from my mind, cause I think it'll provide a better experience for you guys!
Anyways, thx for reading this useless note!
Bye bye!
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ISOLATED (discontinued)
Fanfiction"I've never felt this way before... I don't know how to love, I'm sorry", he said looking down. "Then let me teach you".
