Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction.
Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing.
I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history.
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
I think but I also don't think--I don't know what to think. It hurts not to feel but to feel hurts far more.
School has changed me--for better or for worse, whatever type it chose, it still gave me a bad curse.
For most, guilt is just a temporary thing, Not exactly an emotion but a feeling of the obscene.
On the ledge, on the ledge, I feel so composed. But in my head, in my head, I’m about to explode.
"She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she had taken."
You’d walk home from a day that you thought was going to be okay, but it appeared that even just sitting still was enough to drive you insane.
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction.
Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing.
I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history.
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
I think but I also don't think--I don't know what to think. It hurts not to feel but to feel hurts far more.
School has changed me--for better or for worse, whatever type it chose, it still gave me a bad curse.
For most, guilt is just a temporary thing, Not exactly an emotion but a feeling of the obscene.
On the ledge, on the ledge, I feel so composed. But in my head, in my head, I’m about to explode.
"She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she had taken."
You’d walk home from a day that you thought was going to be okay, but it appeared that even just sitting still was enough to drive you insane.