I like to dream of the future better than the history of the past.
The bright white of my computer screen penetrates the darkness of my room. I turn off, the darkness swallows me up. I smile and brush a stray hair that escaped my loose bun from my face. Reaching up, my hand grazes the slick surface if my face. Tears I think to myself, I didn't even realize I had been crying. I guess I never pay attention to anything anymore.
Sad.
That's what my life is. Who am I kidding, what life? Nobody likes you the voice is quiet in the back of my head. Like someone whispering through a keyhole. You are nothing. I stopped trying to shut this voice out a long time ago. As the saying goes ' You can't drown your demons, they know how to swim'.
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Virus
Teen FictionYou say 'I understand' when comforting someone. Those words that escape your lips, are always a lie.
