what's wrong?
something's wrong with me and I don't know what. I couldn't care less if my friends died or something. Is that a problem? I feel like a psychopath because no matter how many times I envision it, no matter how many times I think about it, I can't cry about it. Maybe I'm just not close enough with them. I'd definitely cry if my dad or mom or siblings died. But friends? Friends are temporary. So are family, I guess, but they're much less temporary. I'm scared. I don't want to get close to people because I'm afraid of losing them. I don't know where this fear came from but I fucking hate it. How can I get rid of it? I can't escape. I want to talk to people but I can't. What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell am I doing here? Why am I venting about the smallest things? I should just go about my day like nothing's happening. Right? Because I'm my mom's sunshine. And if I'm sad, she'll be sad. So will my dad. I have to bottle up my feelings. I don't want anyone to be sad. I'm a fucking bleeding mess, and nobody even knows it.
- Published May 15, 2020, 14:48
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