Why am I so fragile?
I pretend to be a strong individual, but inside I am a lonely human creature.
It happened again yesterday . . .
It came out of nowhere. I didn't even think about it.
I sat behind a glass table and turned on the computer.
I started crying.
And it continued.
In the morning I woke up pale, exhausted with puffy eyes. Because I couldn't sleep well, I was so powerless, I couldn't even get out of bed.
I could pretend to be ill, but the next day I have a big test from maths. I could not afford to not come on the lesson taught by that old evil witch.
That night my soul broke.
It has shattered into a million fucking pieces.
I'm weak, so weak.
And weak individuals usually do not survive in our society.
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Autophobia |VOLUME 1| [EN]
KurzgeschichtenAUTOPHOBIA: "Fear of oneself does not depend on intelligence, education, economic background or profession." A story about how difficult it is to navigate life if you're a teenager. In a world full of materialism, competition, terror and high schoo...