Misery Loves Company
So talking to a new friend of mine. He suggested I write a poem. But what works for something doesn't work for the others. It just makes me wonder why I feel the need to hide how I feel. I know its stupid but blaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I guess I feel the need to put on that mask and be the person everyone knows me as.
and another thing. I almost feel bad for not caring about him anymore. The person I've probably had the most emotional connection with shared nights helping each other sort through all the bullshit life throws. But I dont even care. I feel like an ass for being able to move on after 3 days of being upset than angry than apathetic. Guess all I have to say is sorry for wasting your time.
So I guess this is my kind of poem.
~Envy
and another thing. I almost feel bad for not caring about him anymore. The person I've probably had the most emotional connection with shared nights helping each other sort through all the bullshit life throws. But I dont even care. I feel like an ass for being able to move on after 3 days of being upset than angry than apathetic. Guess all I have to say is sorry for wasting your time.
So I guess this is my kind of poem.
~Envy