the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Suicide, wasn’t the first thought on my mind.

I cleaned my room, turns out it’s been nearly 5 months.

Made a few new music playlists.

Forgot what it felt like to actually

do something.

It’s been so long since I opened my eyes. Was completely blinded by the fog.

It’s a scary image, sobering.

I need to fix this.

Hard to pick a place to begin,

but I have to. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

This is no way to live, I miss my life.