This is how I'll always end up, drunk, alone, sitting sadly on my own. Holding my tongue, wanting so badly to speak the words spewing through my brain, encasing it, causing it to be so muddled with sadness and horror that it cannot be found.
I want to be a normal drunk giggling girl, but that's not me. I'm broken and unfixable. And I don't know why I think that will ever go away. Because it won't. I'll always be a joke of a human being. And I should just come to terms with that.
I am nothing and that's what I'll always be.
Nothing.
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A Collection Of Things I Am To Afraid To Say
DiversosSometimes, writing down what you wish you could say, is enough to make you better.
