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i dont think i can do this anymore.
i am so amazingly sick of being nice to people i could care less about. I'm trying SO fucking hard to make friends and its killing me. I don't understand how people can be so fucking nice to you at school and act like they're you're best fucking friend but suddenly when friday comes around
I NO LONGER EXIST!
It's almost like I'm inanimate, like I'm only an observer and take no action in life.
Society chooses who they accept and who are denied, and I, unfortunately, am a denied member of society. I can fully understand the feeling of pure isolation, being unable to identify with anyone around you, not even your own parents.
Grahm Greene, Emily Dickinson, Poe, they were the same, and everyone said they were crazy.
No, we're the normal ones.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
i am so amazingly sick of being nice to people i could care less about. I'm trying SO fucking hard to make friends and its killing me. I don't understand how people can be so fucking nice to you at school and act like they're you're best fucking friend but suddenly when friday comes around
I NO LONGER EXIST!
It's almost like I'm inanimate, like I'm only an observer and take no action in life.
Society chooses who they accept and who are denied, and I, unfortunately, am a denied member of society. I can fully understand the feeling of pure isolation, being unable to identify with anyone around you, not even your own parents.
Grahm Greene, Emily Dickinson, Poe, they were the same, and everyone said they were crazy.
No, we're the normal ones.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!