the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Just like every other teen in a movie

with a mental disorder.

One minute, I’m distracted, fine.

And the next, it feels as if my mind is being stabbed with thoughts.

Could scream, hit someone, finally smash my face into the glass at work.

I just don’t feel alive.

So, how could you stop me from ending this fever dream?Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.