I wanna write a book, a book where a teenager is struggling to grow up with all the self-neglecting attitude. a book about me? I just think that I would enjoy writing it. A teenage boy who grew up ins...
I wanna write a book, a book where a teenager is struggling to grow up with all the self-neglecting attitude. a book about me? I just think that I would enjoy writing it. A teenage boy who grew up insecure because of family and bullying. A teenage boy who wanted to be famous, who wanted to showcase their talents on tv. A teenage boy who wants nothing more than just someone to read romance novels with. Just so sensitive yet so mean. And for what? why did he have to go through this? why does he need to be the one who struggles with mental issues? why does no one like him? why why why. I know why. because that dumb fuck can't even like himself. who wants someone who cant be confident. who wants someone like him. all he's good for is for writing on the internet instead of paying for an actual therapist. is it embarrassing? people on the internet can talk their shit but they won't do anything. they're not gonna be at my house. are they gonna dox me? might as well sue and get some pocket money out of it. the internet can do lots of things to a teenage boy's head. It's a self-neglecting place. everyone can read what you post, even if you delete it it's still there, no matter what. so stupid. but I can't seem to stop typing. I cant stop scrolling, I cant stop taping. I'm so convinced that my fingers have touched my phone more than a pencil. can you blame me? on the internet, I can share my thoughts and make friends who won't judge me. I can speak my mind and no one will say anything. unless there's one of those fuckers who like to speak their shit. whatever, if i die, I die with my final thoughts on an unpopular website.
