I’ve never been good at talking. I mean proper talking, where you talk about your emotions and feelings. I don’t know how to open up, that’s probably why councelling never worked for me.
But I’m slowly figuring out how alone I am. Nobody knows me, not properley at least. I either fall asleep in an empty house, or alone in a house full of people
I’m not alone, I know I’m not. But everytime I think or speak, I know nobody will listen. So I’m going to stop bothering.
You can’t make people like you, I learnt that the hard way. But my problem is that, I don’t like myself either.
- S













