I honestly wasn’t meant to live.
I feel it. The weird tingle that lacks belonging. I feel as though I’ve been temporarily placed here until I’m suddenly whisked away and enveloped in total darkness filled with nothingness like I’ve always craved. Sometimes when I think about it hard enough, I wonder if I’m really here at all, breathing, living—all that. Life is weird and alien to me, which then leads me on to the theory if it is all real. Most of the time I am okay, quietly molding into time and life moving and shifting around me, but other times I notice the flickering light of wonder and disbelief of life. I can feel death too. I can see it in the corner of my eye, a distant reminder that my rent is due and sooner or later I’ll have to pay up.
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The Books that Never made it
Teen FictionThe books that made it, a nice and sweet compilation of short scenes with a little bit of everything. Romance, supernatural, death, sadness, beauty, dark twists each and every one with a cliff hanger steep enough to make you want more. A hunger that...
