When you finally realize you don't matter to someone;
you start to wonder if you matter to anyone.
unwilling solitude.
I'm starting to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what exactly is wrong. Maybe like something about how stupid my whole life is. I don't know.
Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?
I don't know the answer, I only know that I can't. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am seventeen and I am already exhausted.
I hate this feeling but I'm falling apart once again.
