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i hate myself the most when i can't make sense of whats going on.
i try when i don't even want to.
i just stop thinking and talking for myself.
its then when i start pretending to be happy for everyone else.
i just don't know why someone would want to hurt people because a foolish incident.
even though now that you've made up, there are still other people upset and fighting.
it makes me curious as to when lines got so thin, and people stopped noticing them.
i love how things have became so hurtful and how blunt people are towards feelings.
its not one big ordeal like this or something someone said or did every once in awhile,
that makes me like this.
its a million different things that have made me feel like i've lost control of living.
And I want to scream out that it is all nonsense.
And that their lives are one track, and can't they see how it is all pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time.
I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul.
i try when i don't even want to.
i just stop thinking and talking for myself.
its then when i start pretending to be happy for everyone else.
i just don't know why someone would want to hurt people because a foolish incident.
even though now that you've made up, there are still other people upset and fighting.
it makes me curious as to when lines got so thin, and people stopped noticing them.
i love how things have became so hurtful and how blunt people are towards feelings.
its not one big ordeal like this or something someone said or did every once in awhile,
that makes me like this.
its a million different things that have made me feel like i've lost control of living.
And I want to scream out that it is all nonsense.
And that their lives are one track, and can't they see how it is all pointless?
But then, my knees give under me. My head feels weak and
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time.
I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul.