Only half way done. Incomplete. Get ready for the worst, says a voice.
Sure.
When there's no one to listen, you find yourself thinking to yourself. As if there's someone responding to your every word. Realizing that you're all alone, you're left there to ponder.
Your mind spinning and spinning, disorganized thoughts about life, friends and problems. Yes, problems. A whole sack of them in the back of your mind. Waiting for someone to empty them. Make them all disappear, says that voice again. But knowing it isn't possible, you just sit there. Tears falling down your plump cheeks, leaving small lines of a liquid mixed with some sodium. That person attempts to laugh away the problems but fails instead, tears start to flow nonstop.
Hello world, its me again.
The little being with a fat body and pimple-filled complexion.
Remember me?
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