I used to wonder how everyone would see the world through my eyes. If they'd come to the same conclusion and beliefs that I have. Lately......I've been thinking that the four walls that make up this room is the world. My whole world. Everything about me that's important or even remotely interesting is being held up by tape and nails or hidden away in drawers and closets. All of my thoughts and stories and memories are right there, in a pile of books on a shelf. Sometimes I think......I think I don't know myself very well. I guess if I want to learn, I just have to look around.
- out there i don't exist
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Non-FictionA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
