Alex is sad, Nothing seems right anymore.
All I want is to hide.
My Skin feels wrong.
My feet feel off.
My head feels loose.
I feel like I have nothing to lose.
That if I left right now.
No one would notice.
This may seem like I want attention.
But who reads my shit anyway.
I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
My Notebook
Non-Fictionjust, a notebook, I write what I think, so, you know, depression! that's fun!
