I pronounce this account as dead. Gonna make a new one, I just don't want to delete this-especially when memories were made in this account.

I always remember when I sat in front of the class,
Scurrying away from other people as if fragile.
Thinking-that I'll shatter like glass.
Now, I'll smile at my memories-being quite agile.

I always liked writing, it felt like living a different person.
I always liked my fingers tiring, it felt like living a different dimension.
Yet I always am afraid, living away from reality.
I prefer to cut off this voice, listen to my own insanity.

I'm sorry for disappointing everyone.
I'm sorry for disappointing every one.
This is my last chapter in this account,
Take it with a grain of salt, take it into account.

-Maladaptive Daydreaming.