I've never experienced love, not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. None found me interesting, and that lowered my confidence. I tried to go to the gym, but lacked the confidence to even sign up for one, always thinking I'll be rejected.
I was nothing but a normal Highschool Student, one who tried his very best. But now, I'm just a guy living in the streets, till I wandered a bit too deep in the night, getting killed in the process...
So why is it that I'm still alive? I just want to rest...
Warning: I am a weirdo.
This will contain some thoughts of mine, some poems, some deep shit, some thoughts I have as I go through the journey of self-exploration, lmao.
Some chapters may be seen as too controversial but whatever you know. I mean, reading this is your choice. You don't have to. I mean, I'd like you all to read every chapter but it's not a story book so you may skip some chapters you don't like and read the ones that you do like.
P.S. I do not deny that my thoughts are somewhat influenced by my environment and experiences.
Also, this is the real me.
Some people think I'm quiet and cold-hearted but on the inside I'm actually a big softie with feelings. To be honest, it's kinda my fault since I hate revealing my emotions to other people or even asking for help until I have to. And even then, I start hating myself for being such a weakling.
That is a major character flaw of mine that I must overcome!