It's tough isn't it. Keeping up fronts. Why am i like this?
I don't like it when i say such things and yet i can't help myself. Why do i let you get to me? Is it jealousy. Ah but no, it cant be. Why would i be jealous of you? To be quite honest, you have nothing that i want so why should i be. Then, is it the sheer ridiculousness of what is you that irks me, it must be. I find everything you do such a fallible disgrace to everyone. And yet the lingering question is why? There's something about you, no doubt, that rubs people the wrong way. Or maybe just girls. Yet you do not see your wrong and as much as i know that i am wrong as well, i really do hope you would one day see that you have wronged as well.
You are one tiresome pain in the arse.
Is it a wonder i don't like you?
Being uncomfortable in your own skin can be a drag. There's nothing i can do about it, at this moment in time anyway. It sounds so pathetic of me to say so but it is the sad truth. I feel so helpless and tired and weak every single moment nowadays that it makes me feel so insecure and a little bit more than unhappy. Energy gets sucked out so easily and i tire of people often.
Being normal and what is 'accepted' and considered the social norm can be tough. Nearly more so than often would i much rather be alone.
Being alone can be nice.
You can hear your own thoughts, and not feel weird.
To find a love like this is tough.
One day.
