I don't think I care anymore.
Leaves fall down from the trees that never had a chance.
The weather was too weird this year, they are barely living.
I'm praying for a dreamless sleep that lasts longer than five hours.
Barely breathing, choked by everything and nothing.
I'm done with all of this nonsense. I'm done with these fake people. I'm tired of being fake myself.
There's something wrong with my emotions.
Going around in circles
yet addicted to the drama
I want to curse a lot lately.
I have the best conversations with imaginary real people in my head. The people I'm around are such good listeners in my reality.
I wonder if I talk to myself too much and have conversations with these imaginary fake people that I will eventually cause myself to become crazy.
I am restless. Just ramblin'
What do you do where do you go when no where feels like home.
I'm realizing feelings are no basis for facts these days.
Feelings are misleading.
Feelings make you think you like someone when they are so obviously the wrong person for you.
Feelings make you jealous when you have no right to be jealous.
Being a sense of peace for others around me.
Who I was.
Who I want to be.
Who I am.
I hate feeling like No One is listening.
I hate needing someone to listen.
I hate not knowing what to say.