There’s times deep into the night where I just cry hysterically for what seems like forever. I cry till my breath runs out, till I start to cough and beg for happiness to a shadow, a figment of my imagination. These shadow people, my friends, seem like my only true friends but they're not. I have real human friends but I feel like they secretly hate me. Unlike my imaginary friends they could never turn on me because I control what they do and say.
The mind is one very important thing. Emotions can and will shape us strongly. I’m fascinated with the human brain and how it works. I also have lots of questions, most of them probably can’t be answered scientifically.
Why do we have emotions? To shape us? That’s just what I think personally everyone will think differently on something that’s something that will make us unique along with our fingerprints. Nobody’s exactly the same. That's why everyone, every single human being is so important because everyone is different.
Why do we get angry? I get angry a lot as I mentioned before I get angry when when someone asks a stupid question or when someone breaths and chews loudly I also get angry at a lot of others things but that would be an essay in itself. All I know about anger is it can help you, ruin you, shape you, harm you, and do lots of other things.
Why did I write this? Well because I feel lonely, overwhelmed, and sad. Since I don’t want to trauma dump on someone I wrote this. Plus it’s two-thirty-seven in the morning. I doubt anyone would like to be woken up for my problems. -You’re deranged writer.
