I don't feel that bad. I just want to jump off my balcony. The thought makes my heart skip a beat and my breath go faster. It's my way of not thinking about what I've done. Imagining just jumping. I wouldn't do it, but it's exciting to think about. I don't know if this is going to be a breakdown, I feel dizzy. I don't want it to be one. Not now. I was happy for a few days, I wanna keep going. Just because I did something stupid. It's gonna be fine. Probably. There's a thought in my head that I don't even want to take seriously. A horrible thought. A bad idea. I officially fucked up. And I can't fix it now. It'll probably be fine. I'll learn how to live with it. Somehow.
I'm shaking. This shouldn't be happening.
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About my life, I guess
Teen FictionDas Rumgejammer eines depri Kindes mit zu viel Zeit. Muss nicht in der Reihenfolge gelesen werden.
