i am so happy when i am alone, i only have myself to disappoint. i don't need to matter to anyone else. so when i am with people and finally getting comfortable about myself, it hurts so fucking much to feel the pain and hurt over and over again.
why am i not important next to other people?
i always speak to everyone as they are important, as everyone's special.
please, someone, just tell me the reason i am even abandoned by my family who is supposed to love me so much that it becomes addictive.
the only thing i know is pain, and it's always pain.
It's so hard trying to keep it all together in front of them, and even then my mask cracks a little. no one hears a thing.
i guess she is right when she says i spend too much time in there.
i am so sorry that i can't be someone to anyone.
I wanna believe people so fucking much when they say they miss me. and i do, i do believe it and that's my fucking fault.
but it's a lie, it's always a lie. how could it not be if the only ending I've ever knew is tears on the toilet seat?
i shout and i scream, don't you hear me?
why does no one care about my feelings as much as i care about theirs?
i truly am unnecessary and unimportant.
i never wanted to believe it but i have always been.
and i guess that's why i try so hard for other people to not feel the same. i know how it tears your soul in parts you can't sew back together.
i am supposed to be hopeful and happy but what is a garden without the care?