Am I living on borrowed time?
I cant seem to be able to picture a future for myself.
Everyday I feel like I'm walking on an infinite hoop, no destination but I'm moving forward.
It doesn't feel like I should be here.
I don't feel like I belong anywhere.
It feels like I'm using up someone's time that's not my own.
I feel like I'm in debt to a person over my shoulder whispering, "Hurry up Hurry up" and I know it's just a little voice but yet it clings to my skin and my back.
I'm tired of this weight.
I won't do anything about it tho. I'll keep pushing...
I think.
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Dark skinned Dreams
RandomJust trying to find myself and my place. Just trying to find peace. People told me I should make a diary and this is it. It's all personal thoughts and feelings I hope that I'm not alone in feeling. Major trigger warning ahead.
