I don't know what to say. I'm done. All I've known in my life is pain and suffering and small moments of joy. The joy hurts the worst. Everyone reaches a point where they want to give up. And i've reached that point. Not even reached it, I've passed it and jumped off the deep end. I don't know what's wrong with me. If someone asked, my answer would be a simply 'I don't know'. And people ask me if I'm okay. And it's my duty to smile and say yes. Well guess what? I'm not okay. I'm not fine. I never have been, no matter how much I pretend. Nobody thinks how I think. Nobody will ever understand the reason or the cause. And the world will have to live on, not that it really cares too much anyway. So I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
-Still•Lying
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Não FicçãoEntries from a suicidal gender fluid male who doesn't feel like he can keep on living. Or simply, me writing things I think about and putting them into entries.
