Feeling rather lonely lately...
Even when surrounded with friends I often feel alone...
I can't talk about how I feel in person. Writting is the only way I can let out... And yet no one looks here.
The complex interactions of various individuals within a given society confuse me... They torment me... I am unable to ascertain truth regardless of honest individuals. Perhaps I'm overly perceptive, too analytical?
Ugh. People tell me to give up on my feelings. Yet few seem to be able to tell that I have them. By this I refer to my crushes...
Is it so wrong to care for someone, even if it's certain they won't back?
Why are my friendships so hard to understand? Friend's are supposed to be friends. Why are they decieving, hiding, and difficult?
Perhaps I should become what I've always been thought of, and outcast. Alone, at least then I know that's what I am. And I'm not uncertain of those around me.
Every night is torment, and no longer does sleep dull my mind and body, even if for a short while...
I hate emotions. Why do I have to be so overly emotional? Why can't I be logical, unfeeling, always thinking things through, doing what's rational and makes sense?
Yeah... I don't want to talk anymore, there's no point.
There's no point to me saying anything.
I'll just be your little toy.
Alone.
Outcast.
E.L
I can't talk about how I feel in person. Writting is the only way I can let out... And yet no one looks here.
The complex interactions of various individuals within a given society confuse me... They torment me... I am unable to ascertain truth regardless of honest individuals. Perhaps I'm overly perceptive, too analytical?
Ugh. People tell me to give up on my feelings. Yet few seem to be able to tell that I have them. By this I refer to my crushes...
Is it so wrong to care for someone, even if it's certain they won't back?
Why are my friendships so hard to understand? Friend's are supposed to be friends. Why are they decieving, hiding, and difficult?
Perhaps I should become what I've always been thought of, and outcast. Alone, at least then I know that's what I am. And I'm not uncertain of those around me.
Every night is torment, and no longer does sleep dull my mind and body, even if for a short while...
I hate emotions. Why do I have to be so overly emotional? Why can't I be logical, unfeeling, always thinking things through, doing what's rational and makes sense?
Yeah... I don't want to talk anymore, there's no point.
There's no point to me saying anything.
I'll just be your little toy.
Alone.
Outcast.
E.L