It drips like blood.
I just want to start all over again, but that’s not part of the survival skills.
You know, a simple decision could be made complicated when you start weighing those things that are important to you. I have a feeling I’m going to be really out-of-place tomorrow so I am currenting leaning towards going out with 6E, though my attatchment honestly declined as time goes by. I’m feeling like a recluse now, gosh.
But I don’t get any more attatched to 2F either. My life is screwed, officially screwed. I hate my seating place, I really hate it. It brought me joy and laughter, loneliness and angst. Well, a love-hate relationship.
I’m going to study for EOY. I hope. Just get out of the class. Quite honestly, I don’t wanna be in same class as any people.
You’re insensitive, insulting and a million more negative words that I don’t know but just want to use to describe you. Do you know?
I’m sad I’m sad I’m bloody sad ): There’s no one to talk to, even if there is, something’s stopping me. Everytime I try to tell someone how I feel, I back out the last minute.
It feels like when you don’t trust anyone to not laugh at what you think, to not find ridiculous the stuff that has been troubling you. It is as if you know they’re going to burst into laughter, maybe in their hearts (which is a hundred times worse), and mock at your thinking, your way of life and lastly, just because you’re you.
Don’t let a word bind you to people you cannot accept, and people who can’t accept you. Don’t let one word destroy your last remaining bit of simplicity.
If you don’t want, then nothing can make you.
