Exsistential Stories

A collection of thoughts by a smart girl looking at the world. By an unknown writer. (Not Unique/Acid or Triple.) (No NSFW involved.)

Some self pondering about why we are even here

The scraping, scratching, clawing is just too much too bare. After...after the incident, my stability crumbled into disrepair. I feel helpless, I know it was my fault.

this is my thoughts. this is confidential. don't tell

just a jumble of topics i think about put into one place. there will be cursing, mention of death, suicide, mental heath, etc.