I don't know why this keeps happening to me. Earlier today I wrote thank you to all you readers. I was happy then. Now I feel like this world is fake. Like it's a dream. Like I never wrote anything down, like I'm in bed sleeping and this is all a dream. That I never met anyone that made me smile. In other words I'm down with the fallen again.
I really wish I had the willpower to make myself happy again, but I don't know why I'm down in the first place. Now I'm alone in my room while everyone else is having a good time. If only I feel like I can make myself change, be my old self again. Great, now James is in here. If he bothers me again I'm going to lose it.
I just want to be alone in the house, either that or be somewhere else trying to have fun. I don't get me anymore. I stopped understanding me a while ago. Now I just feel sad. Like I could never be happy.
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
