Ladmyn27

Sometimes it can feel as though the world is ending because of the pain you feel inside.

I miss you, and I don’t know if I can forgive you why you did. Poem.

I miss you. And I hate that I have to miss you.

I’m so terrified of losing her that it bleeds into my dreams. Most likely a problem. Definitely unhealthy.

Just a lil something I wrote. More of the prologue to a book than a short story, but let me know what you think.

I’ve always struggled with the concept of predestination and purpose. The darker part of my mind likes to supply answers.

There’s so much turmoil in the world, and I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, but I know I have to stand for something.