awful bit of writing done by the most horrid pile of garbage you will ever know of

this story sucks but if you want to read it go ahead

i am a bird but i am not very interesting

nobody really cared about me, they only interacted with me when they needed to, so i did the same with them. i’m pretty sure those who did try to act like they were genuinely interested were just birds who just wanted to know every single one of my secrets and the things that brought woe to me so that they could tell everyone how much of a stupid shitty sack of meat, blood and feathers i was. i have heard it a million times, don’t make me hear it again, asshole

unfortunately for anyone, my problems are mine and only for my eyes to see. you could be an eagle, a hawk, or a falcon and you’d never manage to see a thing i hide beneath my feathered exterior. you’d never get close enough to see it

maybe if i could spend the rest of my life soaring blindly without being able to see what you all can do, or hear what you can say, i’d be happier. but woe is i, i am subject to suffering. i was subject to a blind sugarcoated idea wrapped in honey of purpose in life and happiness, but now i have gotten tired of eating unhealthy

these wings have taken me throughout the world, but soon they will take me out of it