My life is like a book. A story of dreams mixed with reality
I've gone through a lot of chapter and I don't wanna look back and talk about it
And sometimes I feel like I'm still in chapter one
Other times I wonder when the story would end
I would sit and think about tearing apart every thing and just stop life. End life .
End the story
There are pages I don't like to open up and share to people pages. They have all my secrets written on them. All my fears and darkest desires.
Some chapters are about happiness others about pain , misery, and greif. And those dark chapters makes my story labeled as freak , creep , attention seeker and any name you could imagine. Pages after pages and chapter after chapter
And when that story ends, will there be another book?What will happen next?
Story