awake, cold, alone, and hating myself. i give up easily. way to easy. i want help.
so i think i got a relitivily goodish picture of me to finally change that profile picture. it's dark, but that's because the only light i had was from the window. sure i could have turned on the light, but that would have woken james up. and i don't want to deal with that. here, incase if you have yet to notice the picture yet, it's here. i don't do pictures. i'm keeping the name StolenGiant though, i don't know why, but it means something to some part of me. and besides i don't want to deal with the hassle of changing the profile name.
i don't feel well. like i'm gonna puke or something.
if i didn't give up so easily, then this stupid thing plauging my mind would stop.
YOU ARE READING
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...
