So many questions. Actually, correct that, too many questions.
Eveybody's always asking and telling me these things. The very some who care ask why I say and believe and let myself listen to it.
And I reply:
I've been told so many times before that I now, indeed do, believe it.
I believe it with all my heart and soul.
I've been told my countless people such as my family, 'friends', peers, teachers, random citizens, my loved ones, and even my partners over time.
The thing is that so many, many, many people know about this battle.
But do nothing to save the person drowning.
In their own tears.
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On the accord,
I do not wish to do this for 'pity comments'.
What are those? Those are the people who say they care, and may or may not mean it, and say 'it gets better' and 'I'm here if you need me, you know how to find me' and the worst one is 'I'm here if you need to talk' obviously I'm here for a reason.
To vent to literal space of nothingness.
I just need somewhere to put it all and not in a journal cause that doesn't help.
I'm trying it here, making an actual "book" as its so called, to see if the actual release of it into space will help.
So please, if I may ask:
No bullshit.
YOU ARE READING
Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
