She's Such A Beautiful Girl With The Weight Of The World On Her Shoulders
I just want to sleep and never wake up. Honestly, this not some fucking attention seeking ploy, this is not a fucking phase either. For the rest of my hopefully tragically short life, I'm going to have to deal with being gawked at because if my scars or my fat or my hair or my teeth or my nose or my legs. I really don't want to deal with a world that doesn't want me anyway, a world that will never change whether I'm here or not. I don't want to be stuck in this hellhole town in this miserable state. It's like everyone's in a state of delusion, not noticing how carelessly they throw their lives away when someone like me would kill for a clean slate, a life filled with happiness and joy, and actual smiles and dreams instead of nightmares. True happiness. A relationship. Parents who actually give a fuck.
To The Stage- Asking Alexandria
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Self Destruction is Such a Pretty Little Thing
Non-FictionNOT a fanfic. A journal of sorts. Really personal and emotional. Probably not for those who are triggered easily.
