Exsistential Stories

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.

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

Some self pondering about why we are even here

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

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