Monologue!
self-ish
There is some necessity for me to write, whatever it may be it has left something brewing inside of me, something worth killing for, yet I have been shackled with morals to which I should not expose myself over on the internet, after all, isn't that what most the people on TikTok live off these days. so leave nothing behind and buckle up while I try and convey my reality to your liking, and before I do I only want to clear something up: there shouldn't be any misconception of what I am about to do or have been doing, there is no aim goal of where I want to end up with this blog, there are only words and your interpretation of them, so be it a child, adult or nearly dead you all are welcomed to pause and question: what am I doing here?My concept isn't just that it is futile and helpless, it is my final command into my life which lies as follows: write. write, write, and write. so every little emotion is juxtaposed with the other in a non-ending cycle of torment or at least until I wake up and decide to accept what had happened and to finally think to move on, which might take a while but you are, as my thoughts, welcome to this freak fest. there shouldn't be any worry as to where I am headed with this as I am fully aware how my writing might cajole some sense of "a cry for help" but it is what it is. see it as you may but just know that when one tends to get vulnerable we all see a cry for help labelled into his imaginary fucking scull.so bear with me through whatever this may be and if you don't know what to do just wait and enjoy the show!
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