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Are you ready for something insane? No, you're not. Are you even deserving? Probably not. But here you go. This is my younger sister's written story from when she was younger.

i like to go back there sometimes and
this was grade 4 i think.
agh mtsmm

we don’t cringe at a child?

i like eric, eric was brave.

I never used to get stressed over academics, which kinda of fed my ego. now feeling stressed is a new incident for me. I understand some people better now ,I used to be shocked when I saw others stressing out.
All those years of not worrying are finally catching up with me and biting my ass.
I want my nonchalant self back.

mtsm me.

i hate meds!!!
and my highschool chemistry teacher who made me love chem and gave me false hope.
this isn’t the chemistry i love and know.

aghh
hope my brain holds everything in.

sometimes wish I lived not knowing anything.
Selfish?
Yeah.

I feel powerless.
What I have inside me
it just waits for something to knock it out,
and then I’m back to square one.

Life, man. Life.

And to think
I’m young,
but it feels like I’ve experienced everything.

Pause for a bit?
Can I sit on the bench?
White flag?

I think I’ve scribed my soul out.
It’s gone.
Feels empty
soulless.
Now I’m scratching at the corners,
like there’s something left to find
but my hands come back with nothing.

I think we should start carrying tasers in our bags.
Or something that can inflict more pain.
It should be mandatory,
evil ruthless fucks out there.

I feel so happy every time I eat besmam.

I love it when my friends use my full name.
Its reassuring.

some writing perhaps?

someone asked me if i’ve ever been in love. i said yes. then they asked me what it felt like, and i couldn’t answer properly. i couldn’t describe it the right way. the only thing that came to mind was that love feels like something pulling in your throat rising up into the middle of your chest. sometimes it feels like a hole inside you trying to pull everything inward. i feel it in my chest constantly it’s like an itch you can’t scratch something that makes you want to tear it out just to breathe. that’s what love feels like to me. not butterflies or the dumb poems i try to write just this muddy field you run around in, thinking it’s fun until it drags you in deeper and deeper. i can’t say beautiful things about it, because all i can paint is horror. make me stop writing
that’s all i ask. i’ve used this misery as a place to live in and i think my friends are tired of hearing about it( i am tired of talking about it)

sera fet me

me wants to be asked and answer.
so here.

1. hm thank you and thank you❤️
2. hiii
3. am i receiving it or am i giving it?
4. ellow