What's the point of life if we are all going to die
We live
We love
We brake
We die
So what's the point of living???
I've been broken for so long
I can't really take it anymore. Its not like I can talk to anyone about it.
I don't want to go to any of my friends because I'm afraid of what they'll say if they would think of me as the same person they know. This is the only place I can be me
YOU ARE READING
A Person Of A thousand Thoughts
RandomHi there in this book you will need to prepare yourself for ∆ grammar mistakes ∆ cursing... Maybe ∆ me being a weirdo ~you have been warned~
