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who... who cares?
when people feel sorry for me it makes me feel worse. Don't tell me you know how i feel all the time because you don't. you don't know. It makes me feel so small, smaller than I am.
Instead of spending your time worrying about me and wondering what stupid thing i will do next, just make me smile. it takes less effort. just hug me, spend time with me, ask me to hangout, kiss me freindly.
I'm so confused right now, I don't know who i am or where my life is headed. I know I'm only 16 years old, but i worry about myself, when am i going to fall out of this? when am i going to realize the truth about myself, about others?
I don't understand why people do the things that they do, I don't understand why I do half of the things I do. I don't know why I cry so much, or why i enjoy being alone all the time, and I don't know why I always hiding in a whole and writing in my composition books. I don't know why.
I feel like sometimes I am hiding my true identity, I don't even know what that identity is though. I just know its not there.
I am so scarred to commit to someone. I've been hurt, and the hurt keeps coming. I can't bare to be hurt anymore, because i am so scarred, but.... i know it will happen again and again.
when people feel sorry for me it makes me feel worse. Don't tell me you know how i feel all the time because you don't. you don't know. It makes me feel so small, smaller than I am.
Instead of spending your time worrying about me and wondering what stupid thing i will do next, just make me smile. it takes less effort. just hug me, spend time with me, ask me to hangout, kiss me freindly.
I'm so confused right now, I don't know who i am or where my life is headed. I know I'm only 16 years old, but i worry about myself, when am i going to fall out of this? when am i going to realize the truth about myself, about others?
I don't understand why people do the things that they do, I don't understand why I do half of the things I do. I don't know why I cry so much, or why i enjoy being alone all the time, and I don't know why I always hiding in a whole and writing in my composition books. I don't know why.
I feel like sometimes I am hiding my true identity, I don't even know what that identity is though. I just know its not there.
I am so scarred to commit to someone. I've been hurt, and the hurt keeps coming. I can't bare to be hurt anymore, because i am so scarred, but.... i know it will happen again and again.