I'm sorry.
Let me start by saying that, what a great way to begin, apologizing for all of my fuck ups. Now I know it won't change and I'll continue to make a mess of everything , but I still have to try.
I can be helpful at times but only when I'm in the right frame of mind. Other than that I tend to create more problems, I don't mean to it just kinda happens. I distant myself from the ones I care about. I hurt the people around me with my own destructive behavior, yet I want to be the one who will always be there.
I'm never good enough and always get shut down. Now a days I hardly ever make any sounds, that is unless it's the whispers of my soul. The hushed screams begging to somehow be let go. Yet somehow, they'll still never know.
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Random sentences.
RandomSo this will just be a book filled with sentence. They will be things I write when I feel like venting or need to say things. Basically this is my poetry-ish type stuff and the place where I just write what I'm feeling or write what comes to mind.
