I regularly think about if people would actually miss me if I disappeared.
I regularly think about if people would actually miss me if I disappeared.
One thing about life I’ve learned is that white girls will ALWAYS be enough. And I will never be.
I’m so tired.
I’m so damn tired of being tired.
I’m fucking tired of the world.
i’m even more fucking tired of myself
it’s just so much all the fucking time
and nothing at all, at the same time
fuck
i’m one of the lucky ones
i shouldn’t feel like this
i shouldnt complain
but i do
all the fucking time
all i do is complain
i write my shitty little feelings
into shitty little poems
or shitty little stories
as if that’s gonna change anything
i’m just so goddamn fucking tired all the fucking time for no good reason
for no reason at all
and i just hate myself
and i hate everything
it’s not like i wish i was dead
but i fucking wished i didn’t exist
which is practically the same shit
and i know 99% of the time i try to end my things with hope
cause its a fucked up world out there
full of shitty things
so we need hope
i know that
so i try to give that to everyone else even if i dont feel it
i write it down so maybe i will feel it
but i can’t today
i can’t right now
not for any reason besides i can’t
im just tired
Do you ever wonder who will miss you? Like really miss you?
Do you ever just feel uncomfortable with everything? Laying in bed I’m uncomfortable going out I’m uncomfortable. I’m uncomfortable with my thoughts my feelings. Uncomfortable with being around people I’ve always been around. I don’t know how to handle it anymore. I feel like I prisoner in this uncomfortable feeling not matter what I do.
When you tell people how fucked up you are, they leave. Maybe they dont even do it on purpose, but they eventually leave. At least most of them.