this life and all of her perfection issues. the hair and plastic smile, are all things i can never conform to,
though that is the function of things, you fake happy, you are happy, you show your core, you’re shunned
this world can never hope to understand true pain, any sign of the stuff, and everyting turns upside down.
these manniquins walking down the street, i can not blend in with them. and they know. though they move not
they judge, and they seek out punishment for all those who stand out, until they are driven to do the unthinkable.
that is the function of […]
I feel okay, every now and again, I try my hardest to be happy, and it works, every now and again-but for some reason after so long I just end up back here. Unable to move, breathe, or talk without somehow feeling pained by the burden. I can’t think of anything else except for how easy it would be to just finally end it.
I wish it wasn’t this way, there are plenty of things I would have liked to have done, and to have seen. But I’m not cut out for those things apparently, seventeen years it took me to finally realize that anything and everything […]