Because people aren't happy unless they're depressed
Because I'm hanging onto the knife's edge of insanity, and I almost don't care who knows now.
Because sometimes, you really just want to get some things off of your chest. Because sometimes, you just don't know who to go and talk to when you feel like the world is crashing down at your feet, and all you can do is watch and wonder, "What went wrong?" I don't know. I really don't know. I've been keeping something from almost all of my friends, and it probably isn't the smartest thing to do. It's starting to dig into my chest and twist on my insides. A total of two of my friends know, and one person who found out, (and I'm eternally grateful that she doesn't say something.) You might be able to guess what it is by now if you looked hard enough. I...I just need people to know, but I'm just too fucking afraid of what people would think. I really need someone to talk to, someone who'd care. Sure, the ones who know, I've talked to about it, but sometimes, you just need other people, you know? I'm just really afraid that everyone, even my friends, would hate me if they knew. And even though I've been told over and over by one friend that something like that won't happen, I just can't shake that feeling off. Because friends really do mean more to me than anything. It'd hurt too much to think they will hate me for one thing that I can't help but be.
Because sometimes, you really just want to get some things off of your chest. Because sometimes, you just don't know who to go and talk to when you feel like the world is crashing down at your feet, and all you can do is watch and wonder, "What went wrong?" I don't know. I really don't know. I've been keeping something from almost all of my friends, and it probably isn't the smartest thing to do. It's starting to dig into my chest and twist on my insides. A total of two of my friends know, and one person who found out, (and I'm eternally grateful that she doesn't say something.) You might be able to guess what it is by now if you looked hard enough. I...I just need people to know, but I'm just too fucking afraid of what people would think. I really need someone to talk to, someone who'd care. Sure, the ones who know, I've talked to about it, but sometimes, you just need other people, you know? I'm just really afraid that everyone, even my friends, would hate me if they knew. And even though I've been told over and over by one friend that something like that won't happen, I just can't shake that feeling off. Because friends really do mean more to me than anything. It'd hurt too much to think they will hate me for one thing that I can't help but be.