the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Just like every other teen in a movie

with a mental disorder.

One minute, I’m distracted, fine. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

And the next, it feels as if my mind is being stabbed with thoughts.

Could scream, hit someone, finally smash my face into the glass at work.

I just don’t feel alive.

So, how could you stop me from ending this fever dream?