raw | joshler

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this story is so fucked up. this first part is alright but trust me the rest of the chapters are like horrible. i wrote this during a rough time and i can't tell you how sorry i am if you read this. reader discretion is advised and i'm warning you this is not for younger readers. also if you want to continue this shitty adventure there is a sequel called touch and i promise it's just as bad as this story. i am so sorry again, read if you want but don't say i didn't warn you
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waking up to the early morning sun makes me feel as though the sun can see through me, like i'm a cellophane wrapper and the cellophane represents my skin. past my skin everyone can see me, the real me, all the blood running through my veins, my bones, my muscles and most importantly my thoughts. although they can't see my thoughts physically i like to think of my inside of my body like this;

when i feel sad, all my body will show a brilliant mix of indigo blue glowing from under the surface of my muscles, my bones, my organs, and my heart.

when i feel happy, all my body will show a pale green mixed with slight indigo blue glowing from under the surface.

the indigo blue means that there's always sadness in everything we do. the coldness of society and coldness in our hearts, we are cruel. there shouldn't be forgiveness for those who have robbed us of our cellophane wrapper. those who are guilty of making us feel raw.