I woke up around 8am, still half asleep as always. Mom left early probably.
*Chirps*
Thank God it's sunny, time for me to write after breakfast. Maybe I'll sketch the character design for my main character, Nami as well.
Yep. I'm writing a novel. It's about a little girl with telekinetic powers that lives in the forest.
Pretty cliché, I know.
Stuck in this pit of hopelessness
Wondering when will this madness leave
The voices, they loathe me
Sounds of hatred piercing through my mind
There's the voice again!!! It sounds like a poem. Better write it down.
Waking up my be indolent to some
But to me it is painful
I'm full of guilt
Every thought reminds me to die
No one believes me anymore
They think I seek attention like all of them
Songs of sadness aren't sad enough for me
All I am is close to insanity
I loathe myself day by day
I'm not even worthy to be loved by others
All I want is to be free from these chains
But the voices, they loathe me.
I lost my passion--my inspiration
I can't even hold my pencil anymore
I want to cry
But I'm sad enough to do so.
They say I can do it by myself
But all I need is a hand
People say I make my own problem
Little do they know I am the problem
I say Im feeling hopeless
They give me medicine
Secretly I want to be free
All I am is close to insanity
I froze.

Oh gee, that's very painful...yet beautiful.
I stared at my crappy handwriting of such an eloquent poem.
"Must be hard living your life, huh?" I said, caressing the page containing the poem.
I closed my eyes
Weirdly, I feel a connection between me and this voice. Feels like I'm somehow connected to this person—or is it even one?
Or I may be crazy and delusional. No one knows. I'll just eat my breakfast.
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It's now one in the afternoon, and I haven't done my homeworks yet.
Should've done it by now. Yet I can't blame these voices for my procrastination.
Okay time to start. Emperor Genghis Khan gimme motivation.