As long as I can remember I felt out of place. It sounds a bit cliché like I'm yet another teen tortured by angst and struggling to comp with reality. The truth is, I don't care. I'm writing this to all the people who like me always felt possessed by their loneliness, pulling thoughts and away from people constantly struggling to find a way to connect to someone. Longing for happiness and a life without depression and anxiety.
This is not going to be long. I've always believed that much can be said without saying a lot.
Here I sit all alone
Thinking writing smoking drinking
Alone
My only companions are my thoughts
Good thoughts Bad thought Angry thoughts, thoughts that I don't remember
The darkness surrounding me like a warm blanket
The light inside of me is not yet extinguished
Hoping Dreaming Thinking Writing
Fighting for happiness,
Standing up for a chance to change
x Black Samurai x
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