Ever since I came back to school after 4 years of distancing myself from everyone, including my family, I just wanted to disappear.
In 6th grade, I was the happiest, most quietest person you had ever met, and now I'm depressed, and in 8th grade, I stressed myself out to the point where I have a huge headache and I want to cause harm.
I'm convinced I was born in the wrong generation, the things people find funny, I don't find funny at all. All I want is to dissappear, please grant me that someday.
YOU ARE READING
Focus Henry
PoetryIdk what the hell this is. I'm just gonna write what comes to mind. This is probably going to be a entry that has a lot of parts, I don't know how many exactly, I just know that it will go on for a while.
