i woke up not to long ago crying. i don't know why i'm still crying. it's at a time like this that i don't want to be alone, but it's 4 in the morning, everyone is asleep. i'm not going to go back to sleep. i may have just woke up minutes ago but i'm wide awake, and crying.
why do i have a cut on my hand? i have a small cut on the palm of my left hand. where did it come from? it doesn't hurt, but when i touch it it does. it looks like it was made not two hours ago, but what am i saying? i'm no person to tell when something was injured. i mean it is slightly bleeding but it's not spewing blood everywhere, so maybe it was made about twoish hours ago. it start at the bottom of my thumb and goes until the middle of the bottom of my palm. where did it come from?
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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...
