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It really sucks that i have to complain about my life in a fucking journal.
i cant talk to anyone
i feel so alone and i just dont know what to do with my life
things are going good but i think im just telling myself they are
i think it just sucks the most is not having to rely on and when people say i can i just have a hard time believing them
when i talk to people they give me this feeling that they can care less and i hate that feeling more than anything
i use to be this open book if it was back in the day and i looked at myself right now i wouldn't even know who i was and i havent decided if that was good or bad
i havent been sad or mad i hardly ever cry anymore and i guess that could be a good thing but i know its only because i lie to myself. i fool myself into beliving into nothing is wrong. i ignnore my feelings because it seems to be easier for me and everybody else
i am just another pathetic person in this world with problems
what makes me special?
what makes me think that feelings really count?
but nobody said it was easy right?
i cant talk to anyone
i feel so alone and i just dont know what to do with my life
things are going good but i think im just telling myself they are
i think it just sucks the most is not having to rely on and when people say i can i just have a hard time believing them
when i talk to people they give me this feeling that they can care less and i hate that feeling more than anything
i use to be this open book if it was back in the day and i looked at myself right now i wouldn't even know who i was and i havent decided if that was good or bad
i havent been sad or mad i hardly ever cry anymore and i guess that could be a good thing but i know its only because i lie to myself. i fool myself into beliving into nothing is wrong. i ignnore my feelings because it seems to be easier for me and everybody else
i am just another pathetic person in this world with problems
what makes me special?
what makes me think that feelings really count?
but nobody said it was easy right?