gennyann
A fifteen year old writer who writes to immerse the reader in something raw, dark, but beautiful like the celestial bodies above.
It's easy to be alone, you know, you just leave a crowd, close a door or shut a curtain. When you're alone you get to enjoy your own company and do things you love without worrying about someone else's opinion about it.
But being lonely? That shit kills.
It burns a hole in your chest and makes your heartbeat drop.
when you're lonely you feel as if you might as well die then and there.
After all, nobody misses a lonely soul.
Or do they?