You're not going to read this, I know you're not. If you do then you won't understand my words, if you understand my words then you won't understand the confusion hidden behind them, if you see the confusion then you won't bear to even understand the meaning of the confusion, the forgetfulness, the reminders that I am not alone, on the outside and on the inside I will never be alone, always being watched and judged, never remembering a single argument, or a misunderstanding. I wasn't born this way but I sure as hell will die this way.
The condition that has been molded into me like clay stuffing itself into my brain without every touching me, just controlling me. Like a kid that got into daddys control panel and started messing with random buttons.
YOU ARE READING
Short scary/sad stories
No Ficciónjust me being a person that writes with terrible grammar so...... lets fookin' do it m8
