![]() Not since before my father began to drink every day and night to the point he sometimes doesn't even wake up when I try my hardest. Happiness is something I hadn't known in a long time, not since my mother was killed. Crude scribbled smiles with no eyes, all I can see is the smiles plastered across their faces telling me they are happy when I am not. ![]() I walk down the halls holding my books close to my chest head hung low so not to make eye contact with anyone, the world around me a blur of faces drawn on like they were done by a child. I am going to make myself blind from writing so much, but I know I need to vent out my feeeeelings.Īnyway, warnings dark themes and all that jazz. Someone needs to take away my writing privileges, I am writing way too much.
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