Me: okay, new place. Time to make friends!
My Head: How? You're never social!
Me: I need to talk to people, maybe it'll work out.
My Head: No, you're gonna screw it up just like everything else.
Me: then let's try a different approach.
My Head: Why? They're never going to accept you anyway.
Me: Good point. Never mind.
My Head: Good girl. Keep it that way.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!