I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during Winter. I am crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologise for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness my under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes."
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Ellie's Writing Journal
RandomThe world is a lot crueler but also more beautiful if you look closer. [Trigger warning for those who don't like to read depression stuff, bullying or abuse things. There aren't many but are a few! Also, It's late when I write these, please don't j...
