"Sookie...I am numb"
silence isn’t golden, its dark, heavy, and dead.... like sweat, seeming to come from my very pores.... just don’t let the silence swallow....
everyone is staring and i don’t know why. why wont someone fucking reach out to me.... i see people, they dont fucking see me. they just look, stare, contort their faces and walk away shaking their heads. its so quiet i can almost read their minds. “poor boy” “what a loss” “fucking stuck up rich kid” “pathetic dreamer” fuck them, they dont know me or want to know me, they want to idealize me, like everything else in this pathetic experiment called life.
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The confessions of a lost soul posing as a contributing member of society
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