emjwarriorcatz

 Dear Whoever, I sit here and cry. I write because it hurts. Everything hurts. But why? Why do I write? Nobody’s ever going to read my stories. Nobody’s ever going to like them. It’s a waste. I won’t be a famous author like Lemony Sniket or James Patterson. Heck. I probably won’t ever get published. It’s finally time I wrote what I really feel inside. The pain that haunts me every day. Nobody truly understands me. Not the physical kind, but the mental. The pain that later turns into anger. The anger that boils inside me. I won’t take it out on my offenders but the ones that try to help, but