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Have you ever really wanted to know whats going on with people but you're too afraid to ask because you feel like you're being annoying or to clingy? Do you know how it feels, to keep most things that you want to say, but you keep it to yourself because you feel like if you ever did say people would think that you are a weirdo or a creep or a psycho and start to not hang around you until there eventually nobody is there?... No?... Well that how i feel most if not all the time.
Random thought #10
For someone who feels dead inside, most of the time, I often treasure those times I feel alive.
Thoughts
One day I will be nothing but dust. But until then do I count myself and my days? Will I do something great? I highly doubt I count myself or my days. I don't feel like I will do something great. I often fret that I am indeed nothing but a huge disappointment and a no one. I often find me asking myself "who are you? What are you going to do?" Thats when I start to despise myself. During said time I fund myself looking in to a deep dark blackness where my future is.
I want to fight Alcatraz!
COME FIGHT ME ALCATRAZ!
Random thought #11
A chat that went on in my head
1: I just never thought of myself as sexy
2: What have you thought of yourself as?
1: As just a blob that takes the form of a human.
I wish I could but I can't.
I wish I could talk to you again. I wish we were still friends. I wish that we could have been just friends nothing more. But we were never just friends, we were always more. I can't talk to you. Even now today I struggle with trying to keep myself from talking to you.
I hear the wind
I hear the wind whispering in my ear a Melody. That's sweet and soft. That would make anyone feel at ease. I hear the wind whispering in my ear telling its going to be okay and that everything going how it is supposed to.
By ghostgal
My next post
Hi my next post will be a poem I wrote back in 2016. Its about my grandmother who had died and my grievance about it.
