I’ve been waiting on doing this for quite a while now. For some reason, whenever I’ve been swimming around in my fantasies of (emotional) suicide, I’ve always managed to stumble upon this site. It never helped, but then again, it isn’t supposed to.
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for as long as i can remember, i’ve always been different from everyone else.
eventually i came to accept it; i basked in loneliness, despite the fact that it was “wrong” in the eyes of others. it was wrong to sit in my room alone. it was wrong to ignore others. it was wrong to not be like everyone else.
so i put up walls and i lived behind a mask for years. it was nearly perfect, as everyone bought into my lies. they believed that i was the person who i pretended to be.
yet one person knew.. he was the person closest to myself. he […]