november 21, 2024
When will the feeling of lonliness ever deprive itself from my body? I can't keep on doing this anymore; my heart hurts and I have no one to tell. The cruel result of being off compared to everyone else is the exclusion. Scared to talk to anyone becuase when I did they would ignore me or I could tell that they thought something was askew when it came to me. It wasn't blatant for most of my life, but now I can't help but think that maybe it was all intentional. What could they see that I couldn't? Why did every revision I made to my appearance or personality still not garner a thoughtful hello from someone? Maybe it's something I can't fix. Maybe it's something woven into me.
It's november 21, 2024, and I want nothing more to be shot. The rain outside makes me want to drown myself in the ocean. I'm cold please lay a blanket over me.
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