As I lay down the bed staring at the ceiling, it's times like this where you feel so empty and lonely.
Flashbacks of Amelia's party drifted to my head I rubbed my temple not wanting to think about it, it was boring and it didn't feel right I just kind of felt different than usual but also felt unwanted the fact that everyone was looking at me differently as if I tried to murder someone.
I also tried to socialize as possible as I could but I don't see any point with socializing with Amelia's friends because we could never get along anyways.
I groaned and squeezed my temple at the now forming headache.
"Great" I said sarcastically
Maybe a relaxing song would help clear out my thoughts for a bit. I turned on a calming song and hummed along the lyrics.
"Paint yourself a picture
of what you wish you'd look like
maybe then they just might feel an ounce of your pain"
Yeah maybe, just maybe.
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Trapped Inside My Own Mind
NonfiksiA transgendered boy struggling with his daily life basis and trapped inside of his own mind trying to find his way out but it doesn't help that he lives in a homophobic country and society. [COMPLETED]
