I got nobody to talk to when I'm alone. When i feel like shit, I don't know where to go. I can't talk about how i feel with anyone because it's literally so depressing they'd leave me and never talk to me ever again. They'll say that I'm weak and they'll pity me.
I got nobody to go to when I'm happy, cause I'm rarely ever happy. I'm a ghost in people's lives. I don't exist. I'm never happy.
YOU ARE READING
Are these what they call "The Teenage Years"?
Novela JuvenilI write anonymously what I wish I could scream out loud. I write what I wish would be someone's light in a dark day. P.s: i dont edit the parts cause I'm lazy af
