Yes, I'm real. No, I'm not a ghost. Why you ask?
You can't see through me but, yet again, you can't see me in the first place.
I'm not even talking to anyone. I'm talking to myself in a bathroom stall while reading the many written messages on the walls.
If one looks hard enough they can make them out and, when that happens, they can sometimes see me.
'I waz here' - MT you see written on there. And then, suddenly, the once empty seat next to you has a girl and I say, "You read my message, didn't you?"
And you freak out because you can now see an invisible girl who definitely was NOT there before.
YOU ARE READING
The Quiet Kid's Diary
De TodoThis story is basically me writing down my feelings. Enjoy with caution. Some content may be too graphic for some readers. Always practice self love and don't forget to spread kindness to others as well. Love you guys.
