This is why I have been gone.

Me, literally a teenager.

Me, grabbing on to hope with both hands.

Death creeps closer the faster you run.

Me, waking up in the morning. This isn't really a story it just me, screaming into the internet.

My attempt at a love story between a prostitute and love. It is sad, as all good love stories are.

Me, thought on my mental state (Not Good)

This is a story about children and monsters.

Me, alone with a razor in the dark. Reflection on life and mental illness

Me, screaming into an empty void

Me, a child in the face of nothing