In my eyes, the world is stunning. I love seeing foxes and stray cats run by my house. Cute animals and people surrounding me.
But those animals are rabid and will bite my face off, and those people tell lies and hide in masks. Going through things worse than I, or just being fake.
The world is a hell hole, that has some of the most beautiful things in it. It's a hopeful place that has no meaning.
I, am not scared of death, but I will not die.
I am a loved human being who sees my REAL friends and my true family as people, not monsters.
Yet, everyone else.. they're human eating scum. My anxiety tells me to stay away, that they're judging me while my depression lets those words effect me and make me sad. My mindset keeps me from climbing up because I do not try anymore. I gave up. I'll fall, and fall, and fall, but I won't die. I'll just fall until old age or starvation takes me instead.
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Bottomless pit
Non-FictionA small detail on how I feel personally on the inside. It's a look into how i see the world, depression, anxiety, myself, then a conclusion to why you the reader shouldn't see the things I see. This isn't meant to be edgy and weird, just how I am me...
