Some days these thoughts can fuck with me. Be all in my head. Sure, times it ends but it always seems to be inside my head.
I feel so sick. Like I've lost control of who I am. I've tried to deal with it. Not much has helped.
It just makes me want to kill myself whenever it just won't stop. Whenever I feels gross, out of it, scared, anxious...
Why? Why does it never stop? Do you always feel the pain? Do you ever deal with it? Is there a time you get over it? Or accept that this is a thing?
It honestly leaves me so confused. Some of it seems a little too farfetched. Or even just like "no way it could happen to me." Leaving me with confusion. I don't know whether to feel sad, angry, disappointed, ugly, gross.
I don't know if I'm doing this right. I don't want to wrongly accuse. I don't want to label myself as a "victim" just as it's too farfetched.
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This Is Not The End...
Teen FictionMy perspective, my experience, my thoughts and my memories... Here I share my thoughts for all to read and to share my side of the story. After all this is not the end, this is just the beginning... - blueeyedgypsy 💫
