the title says it all.
those words came out of someones mouth who also wants me to be able to tell them everything and anything thats bothering me.
confusion makes the straight edges easier to wield.
in the long run, i don’t matter, i know this.
)if i grow up anymore, i’ll fucking die)
you’ll never find this, cruel world, you’ll also move on, and be happier.
they think i am just a drama case.
they’ll never see me for who i am.
silence is deadly, and a favorite among those who don’t really care.
i’ve been holding back, but it wont be long now.