Friends say I’ve changed.
That they miss the old me.
I don’t know when I changed,
And I don’t know how to fix myself either.
I’ve been pushing people away lately.
It just feels right.
I want to detach myself from others;
I guess I’m just tired of my facade.
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There are days I just can’t have anyone breathing in my space. It feels so good to just sit alone in my own personal decaying meatsack and not have anyone ask how I’m doing. Isn’t their business anyway. How I’m doing.
How I’m doing? I’m sitting here decaying and enjoying the sound of my blood rush just behind my eyes. And my entire body vibrates. But don’t ask how I’m doing. You dont’ care and I dont’ want to tell you anyway.
I so get this.