here's is part of my slowburn a24 short book ik this depressed suicidal fourm would love![[cry]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7 "Crying [cry]")
Aia laid down and hugged it so tightly, she didn’t know if anyone was thinking about her, but she hoped to everything that someone out there thought about her even for just for a second. She couldn’t stop crying, it pained her to be in this cycle, and she couldn’t stop it, so many promises she made to those she cared about, even more so herself. She just wanted someone to be thinking about her, desperately she wanted someone to think about her. Even if her skin was picked, cut, and cold, even if she looked like she was on drugs. “Just anyone, I just hope someone is, please please…”
I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything, just crying because I'm crying, because I know I wouldn't want to cry I am sorry I’m crying I love me, I don’t want to sob any more. I don't want to let go of this pillow, I don't want to let go of anyone ever again, I don’t want to let go of myself, I want to hold myself forever and never let go. Aia I love you so much, God please let me hear this please “In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen” please God let someone love me, please teach me to love me please please please.
I shouldn’t talk to myself, or people that aren’t there, it's like the saying “If you scream in an empty forest are you even screaming?” no point in doing it. There's not a point in doing a lot of things, I can choose to stay alone here or spend every hour working, I don’t want to work. I’m made for love I just want to spread joy and happiness, I'm sorry I didn't do that earlier, I’m sorry so so very sorry. I should just, go to sleep, I mean also laying and imagining a world of my own is also enjoyable, a world where I’m nice, but I am nice!
am I a good writer shoormwritercord? And is warrior-p better at writing?
Aia laid down and hugged it so tightly, she didn’t know if anyone was thinking about her, but she hoped to everything that someone out there thought about her even for just for a second. She couldn’t stop crying, it pained her to be in this cycle, and she couldn’t stop it, so many promises she made to those she cared about, even more so herself. She just wanted someone to be thinking about her, desperately she wanted someone to think about her. Even if her skin was picked, cut, and cold, even if she looked like she was on drugs. “Just anyone, I just hope someone is, please please…”
I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything, just crying because I'm crying, because I know I wouldn't want to cry I am sorry I’m crying I love me, I don’t want to sob any more. I don't want to let go of this pillow, I don't want to let go of anyone ever again, I don’t want to let go of myself, I want to hold myself forever and never let go. Aia I love you so much, God please let me hear this please “In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen” please God let someone love me, please teach me to love me please please please.
I shouldn’t talk to myself, or people that aren’t there, it's like the saying “If you scream in an empty forest are you even screaming?” no point in doing it. There's not a point in doing a lot of things, I can choose to stay alone here or spend every hour working, I don’t want to work. I’m made for love I just want to spread joy and happiness, I'm sorry I didn't do that earlier, I’m sorry so so very sorry. I should just, go to sleep, I mean also laying and imagining a world of my own is also enjoyable, a world where I’m nice, but I am nice!
am I a good writer shoormwritercord? And is warrior-p better at writing?
