I am a nobody trying to find a purpose.
Empty, alone, and drained.
My mind runs wild when all I want it to do is shut the fuck up.
Why must my thoughts criticize so harshly?
I just want some sleep, but my wishes are never granted.
Signing off,
Sophia
When you feel like a nobody to yourself, remember you're somebody to others. This is dark, but I'm glad you're writing what you feel Sophia. It won't always be this way, please have faith.
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Sometimes I just feel destroyed, too. I hope some of your wishes are granted soon.