The idea of my human worthlessness is dragging me down.
I think about it for the best part of an hour,
only managing to read three pages of my book in that time,
I'm sorry.
I'm just simply being swallowed up by the lack of water surrounding me.
I'm sick of the endless stream of chatter that isn't coming out of my ******* mouth.
I'm sick of the looks no one is giving me because they don't actually see me.
They see a figure,
hunched over,
reading a book.
The book has no words.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
The idea of my human worthlessness is dragging me down.
I think about it for the best part of an hour,
only managing to read three pages of my book in that time,
I'm sorry.
I'm just simply being swallowed up by the lack of water surrounding me.
I'm sick of the endless stream of chatter that isn't coming out of my ******* mouth.
I'm sick of the looks no one is giving me because they don't actually see me.
They see a figure,
hunched over,
reading a book.
The book has no words.
The average day
of an average teen.
-H.xo
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