I am starting to think that something's wrong with me.
Like, for real.
That I wasn't meant for this world, that I'm supposed to be somewhere else and not here.
Music has really helped me a lot. It's easier to feel the pain when you listen to it, and it's easier to let go of the tears. It's easier to listen to blame the music for my tears.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"Yeah, this songs is very beautiful that's all."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course! Ed Sheeran has that effect on me haha."
No he doesn't. What a lie.
I'm a very open person, well, at least I used to be. Maybe that's why I'm writing this in this exact moment. And it would mean a lot to me if you opened up aswell, or at least tried.
Message me. Leave a comment down below. I don't want you to feel alone, because you're not.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety
Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
