You may have noticed. I write about things usually defined as temporary. But these "temporary" things seem never ending for so many people, I'm one of them. I write what i feel, not what you want. I write about anything and everything. I write about the unseen, silent, screaming, monsters that no ones ever seen. I write about the things that are invisible. I write. I write to give you a better idea of what its really like. Its not what the stiffs say. Its not locking myself in my room. Its not lashing out. Its not trying to commit suicide. Its not starving yourself. Its not losing friends. I can tell you all that is bullshit. You will not understand jack shit until you've experienced all yourself. So. This is a little wake up call. STOP LISTENING TO EVERYONE ELSE. LISTEN TO YOURSELF.
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All The Small Things
Non-FictionAll the small things. All the shit I feel like ranting and venting about so maybe for once someone can see the world from a fucked up teens perspective.
