I haven't written in a long while... Life has finally brought me to the edge. I have no idea what to do with my life at this point. Do people really care for me? Am I really worthy enough to be alive?
All the time I questions myself, Am I important? The atmosphere I live in is so toxic to the point I can't breathe anymore. Again, I'm suffocating. The world isn't just being polluted by plastic and waste, but by people. People speak terribly, causing a terrible place to live in.
Hatred is one thing, and love is another. Which one do I really deserve? Do I really deserve to be hated? Do I really deserve to be loved? No one actually cares, right? If I just died right now, would people even notice? Will people mourn over my death? They would? Really...
Life is strange and I know that, but I just can't get past things that I've been through already. My life has just begun, but I feel like it's slowly ending already. Bit by bit I'm breaking apart, not being torn, but rather falling apart. My mirror has collapsed. People have thrown their sticks and stones at me. I'm just shards at this point.
Nothing but shards
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My life
Non-FictionThis story isn't a BTS story.. Sorry, but I'd like to tell you my life. What I go through and what I have to struggle with. Come join me and learn how life is a big struggle for me. I'm right this because, dont they say "You only have one life to li...
