Sometimes my thoughts overwhelm me and I can't breathe but I don't try to breathe I Just Go With It.
Im okay
I'm not but I will be
I feel like my writing has no direction today.
My thoughts are just too many and it's difficult to focus on one.
It's giving me a headache, I kinda want to cry.
I don't know why but I feel like I need to.
Does that make sense?
It doesn't have to
Afterall these are my thoughts
Have I confined myself to my own misery by refusing to accept less than I deserve.
But I'm not all that great, perhaps I deserve nothing at all, perhaps I'm doomed to be alone.
I'm rambling
Goodnight thought book ,I'm going to cry
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
Non-FictionThese are just random thoughts I have Most of them are quite sad because I only really write when I feel overwhelmed Feel free to give me life advice or something This whole thing is unedited
