In a world where the successful are idolised no matter the good or bad, I don't fit in here. There's no place for me, rather I'm just a waste of space. I think it's finally time for me to start my journey home. I am certain where it will be and I am terrified. But...
I'm tired. Tired of trying to make everyone happy. Tired of trying to meet expectations. But that's an easy escape. But then everyone will feel better once I'm gone. He won't be bothered by me ever again. Fuck that he's probably already moved on. But I'll probably end up texting him again so it's better if I just go. The question is how. I don't know a sure way of doing it.
Fuck fuck fuck fucking hell
YOU ARE READING
Lost One
Short StoryLost emotions Someone hear me out, that's all I want please find me.
