I always knew I aimed to high. Always knew I lived in my own fantasy, slowly creating my own shell around me, filling in the cracks with sticks and things made up of false hope. Now I lie here my shell shattered as I'm surrounded by dirt and insects seeping into a wooden coffin, decomposing my empty vessel that tried so hard to be better than everyone. . . . Its what happens when someone like me enters the void we call life. ~ WARNING!!! THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE SO READ WITH CAUTION PLEASE!! THIS STORY REVOLVES AROUND A VERY DARK THEME. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.