Sorry, I'm just in turmoil with myself right now and I figure writing about it might make me feel better? I guess I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore, I feel like a thing a I loved destroyed me into shambles and I'm picking the pieces up, but their glass and if you drop a piece it shatters into more. I miss looking into a mirror and seeing me, now I just see a vessel, lifeless, unwavering, lonely. And it has to be delicate, but it's never been programmed like that, it wasn't set up right, it needs help, but others reject it and it rejects them. It wasn't ever even given a chance it sat back and watched, followed orders but never knew exactly why. I still don't know why. Maybe we can just say what's on our mind and get it over with.
I wrote this a while ago thinking that if I wrote it and came back I'd feel different. I like school because it gives me an excuse to leave home and I love how much time I spend at ballet because it means I don't have to be "home" ballet used to be my home but it feels empty and lonely now. I'm scared the things I love are coming to shambles all the time. I guess they are, because I'm in shambles.
I'll post the next episode soon I've been reading a lot so I can better picture the characters and what I want to happen without changing who they are.
I'm hoping writing this will help me be grateful and get out of this circle I'm in :)
@ my close friends reading this, I'm totally great rn, and everything is finneeee
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Save me (Severitus)
Fanfiction¡THIS IS NOT SNARRY STORY! Harry was so tired, he just wanted to curl up and perish. Harry couldn't remember anything he needed to live for. Harry was terrified, scared and drained. He stopped caring for himself and just became a maid and punching b...
