Warning language and stuff
6/6/18 12:52 AM
I feel horrible. I feel pretty bad. I don't know. I can barely type. I feel just lonely. And cold. And fucking disgusting. I feel like shit and everytime I open my eyes for a new morning I look at my hands and wonder when the thing thats gonna push me over the edge is gonna happen. I'm waiting, I'm just waiting for it.
Nobody ever fucking notices. And I'm sick and tired of it. They don't even know the difference between me and the mask I fucking put on. Why am I sill alive writing?
6/6:18 12:56 AM
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to My Mind
Non-FictionLet's dive into my mind and see what we find. All those thought I'm having? Yes, they are mine.
