Pressure
I hate the pressure.
You have to be pretty, to be smart, funny, interesting, talented, talkative, friendly, stylish, sporty, and most of all, "REAL".
And when you try to be yourself and get that fake smile off of your face, you turn around and see that all the people you thought were supposed to be there for you are gone.
Then you just put on the same old smile and go and enjoy the fake life of yours.
Sometimes I only want to scream in their faces and fckin get them out of my life. But being alone is not the thing I had been dreaming of.
I'm afraid to be let alone, so I just join the "circus" and try to have fun. But being so perfect is exhausting. A person can't take such pressure, right?
I guess I'm getting to the 'exhausted' phase little by little.
I just hate the way I feel right now. I think so much about something that I can't even describe. I guess all the things that seem like a burden just combines into one big f*ck. And there's nothing I could do.
You have to be pretty, to be smart, funny, interesting, talented, talkative, friendly, stylish, sporty, and most of all, "REAL".
And when you try to be yourself and get that fake smile off of your face, you turn around and see that all the people you thought were supposed to be there for you are gone.
Then you just put on the same old smile and go and enjoy the fake life of yours.
Sometimes I only want to scream in their faces and fckin get them out of my life. But being alone is not the thing I had been dreaming of.
I'm afraid to be let alone, so I just join the "circus" and try to have fun. But being so perfect is exhausting. A person can't take such pressure, right?
I guess I'm getting to the 'exhausted' phase little by little.
I just hate the way I feel right now. I think so much about something that I can't even describe. I guess all the things that seem like a burden just combines into one big f*ck. And there's nothing I could do.