Warning: intense complaining ahead... Don't question it -_-
So that smile in the previous chapter was fake. Completely and utterly fake... Damn socially acceptable responses. Why it was fake? Well if you were awake at idk THREE IN THE MORNING and yet not allowing yourself to sleep? Wouldn't you be feeling helpless and indecisive? I'm not an insomniac, there's nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed, and there's no reason for me to feel suppressed. I feel fine. Why am I trying so hard to say all this shit? It's plain to see I'm fine.
Stop it me. Pull yourself together me. If I don't, who will?
(Lol 100 words)
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