Everything feels pointless
I know it's not supposed to
I know I'm supposed to be this happy, perfect, person you think I am
The truth is I'm fucked up
I'm so badly fucked up
But I don't want to worry people
That's the last thing I want
So I won't tell them
3 people know some of it
Not in depth
I can't go in depth without panicking
But it feels good to get some stuff off my chest
Making it less of an absolute secret than it normally is
(18/6/21)
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A Glimpse Into My Brain
PoetryMy jumbled up brain written out in poetry Please read the note in the book before reading
