Sometimes I feel like an outcast, wondering around endlessly.
Trying to find myself had always been a struggle, and now that I have I feel even more left out and sad.
An outcast separated from close friends, never truly there.
A ghost.
Thought Number One.
YOU ARE READING
Vaporized Thoughts I Can't Speak Aloud
Teen FictionA bunch of thought that will make my future self convulse in regret.
