I’ve never done anything like this, expressed my emotions to strangers, well hell i’ve never expressed anything to any one but my one best friend. He knows my secrets, my darkness, and my occasional brightness.Â It makes me wonder how many people there are out there, real people. People who can feel things who can understand.
I am not suicidal, nor do i have suicidal thoughts, but I’ve let it cross my mind once or twice.
I am not happy, Im not sad,Â not in love, not skinny, not fat, not tall, nor short.Â i am average. I feel things very much the same way everyone else does. I have tragedies and victories I have dreams, i fail. I love and hate. I am a sister a friend. I am just like everyone who lives and breathes and right now my breathing is jagged. It hurts to force myself to inhale, and exhale. It hurts..
I am average. I am living. I am searching for anything to believe in