*Entering the mind *
Why do I ever come here?
I'm always asking my self :
"-Why do you even bother trying?"
And then I realize that is not me.
"Ha...haha....hahahaha." pity laugh.
-Haven't you got sick of how much you tried of how much you suffered, We suffered(sometimes I think my conscience is another person crumpled inside of me).
-Why the hell matter to be happy or not, or to feel good about yourself.
There was another pause when the smile staid still but the teeth felt like snaping and the eyes like beeing empty (It's not funny how my imagination created a person that I was afraid of and it was looking like me but the recipe had more insanity in it, on short like an evil tween).
-If you stay low both of us can be happy and feel good, but nooo... you need to do things that look interesting, you think that someone around you will ever think of that you as a good person or...
-Can you shut.....
-.......or as a friend. (the tone of his voice is rising again)
Every time I would try to speak he would not tell me to " shut up "or "can you just die " he would change his tone in a sever way and make me swallow my tongue.
"-Have I made myself clear?"
I nodded.
He patted me on the head ...but I felt nothing besides the sentiment of a dog that needs to be a good boy, other way he will get no treat.
The pathetic smile appeared on my face.
"-So...hah?... you can't even trust yourself to help you out...in this thing called the world."
That's what I get for coming here, but I need this ,because this is the truth.
.......
Right?
*Leaving the mind*
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