WilliamJames

Hello, My name is William James. A N0R2AL Person I am ? years old and I have done truly one of the reckless acts within my youths, yes I regret it. I suppose you all would like to know what I did? But no I won't.'''

I have dealt with many fake souls out there, Now they ruined me. It is better to keep to yourself about your feelings, It's never alright to release all that fuel you had within your mind and health, Unless you get my trust. It never will happen. I will only tell you the highlights, Never the whole of it. For I am worried you'll betray me, Just like T H E Y did, But I will tell you ONE highlight I have in my story.

Here is what I have done that only I can trust many people will not care but will be interested: I use to gamble everything away hoping I would win something. I never did, but it kept me sane and H A P P Y. Now I few years later, I don't even have money to buy anything not even bread. That's it, One Fun thing can make one such of a reckless soul and made them regret it, Why? Why did I do it? I had so much money to buy the food, the house, the H A P P I N E S S.

WHY?

WHY?

Now I just walk around the streets with souls there and here and everywhere. I always just go to a bar and drink everything away, nobody wants to be my friend, I never will have T R U E Souls. This is my life now. Nobody cared for my story, I was once a happy such young person with a L I F E, Now I just sit in the alleyway or maybe in a bar. Just.. Hoping for someone to come help me, Help me from my problems. Maybe two maybe just one. But of course, I T T A K E  S  T I M E. I have this mindset where I will just come on like a light switch but the light turns red, It is truly one of my only personality traits. I keep hearing Voices, They're muffled, Why? Of course call the crazy one

Why?

If I could tell you what has been happening, I never will. You betrayed me, You made me like this. Why? W H Y? YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS NOW I DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING, I HAVE EAT FOOD ON THE FLOOR. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I TRUSTED YOU. Not even the thousand years I will talk to anybody about What my past was, I only told you I gambled. I want to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll betray me. Like them, I once tell a person my past or story or anything. They betray me, They use me, when they do I get this feeling where my heart burns and I want to cry to the floor and just, BE W I T H T H E M up there, You get that right?

No you don't, I don't have enough for therapy I want to be honest but I never will. Nobody understands and they will take me as M O N S T E R without even understanding. I'm too loud, too emtional, too. Insane, Did I do it? No. Did I?.. Did.. I?

Such a short story..

Maybe just maybe, You fellow soul, Might... listen? I only told you about gambling of my life, There is still more. It's like a game character, "Earn that charater's trust so they can get their story out" ";C :c :c :c :C :c :C"''