I thought I was happy, but I'm
actually not. I find myself staring
off into space at certain times,
when I'm with a group of people I
I don't talk, I stand there because
I know I don't fit in. I can't look
people in the eyes either, because
of my insecurities. When I walk
down the halls at school I keep my
head down, I feel like people don't
see me they see my fat and
ugliness.
I repulse myself.
YOU ARE READING
goodbye
Short StoryThis is a story I'm writing that is going to explain my feelings inside. It's going to have short-ish chapters. It sort of like a series of suicide notes, so yeah. Please enjoy, even though its kind of a sad topic but whatever.
