I fear. I fear the voice inside my head screaming at me randomly throughout the day. I fear myself. It's not like a fear of spiders or high places. I fear myself, I fear the way I am as a whole. My personality, my capabilities, my sexuality, my looks, my life, my legacy. I fear that i am alone because of me. I fear that in the end, I will be the cause of my own demise.
I wish. I wish I was away. I wish everything was different. I wish i had someone to talk to. I wish I had someone to love. I wish i had something to do. I wish upon the stars so hard that I can escape my problems and finally live my life the way I desire.
I love. I love the way music stimulates my senses and comforts me. I love the way my imagination is so vast and wide that I can create entire worlds in less than a minute. I loved the way she spoke to me, before she knew.
I hate. I hate the way emotions work. How painful. I hate the way Vegetables taste. How foul. I hate the way i look in the mirror and see myself. Imperfect, terrible, horrible, disgusting, sad, depressed, alone.
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
