edu0z
carried away by a moonlight shadow
- Aug 25, 2021
- 552
Walking through life as if you didn't know it, Always putting on that sad face that I dislike so much. Seeking the approval of others
they don't hate you. It's just that... you're different.
Talking to my friends, having a "great night". But despite the laughs, everyone feels so distant
Just because you're alive doesn't mean you're living.
I feel this intense pain in the pit of my stomach, like I've been stabbed with a hot knife... and yet, I feel like I deserve that pain.
I've never been good at having friends. For some reason, I always end up distancing myself so as not to contaminate them with my shit.
They won't remember you... no one will.
Because you doesn't fit anywhere... and you never will.
they don't hate you. It's just that... you're different.
Talking to my friends, having a "great night". But despite the laughs, everyone feels so distant
Just because you're alive doesn't mean you're living.
I feel this intense pain in the pit of my stomach, like I've been stabbed with a hot knife... and yet, I feel like I deserve that pain.
I've never been good at having friends. For some reason, I always end up distancing myself so as not to contaminate them with my shit.
They won't remember you... no one will.
Because you doesn't fit anywhere... and you never will.
It's for these kinds of things that I hate you. As if you were trying to make your life a novel. Always trying to be so "poetic" to get the attention of others with your disgusting self-pity.Walking through life as if you didn't know it, Always putting on that sad face that I dislike so much. Seeking the approval of others
they don't hate you. It's just that... you're different.
Talking to my friends, having a "great night". But despite the laughs, everyone feels so distant
Just because you're alive doesn't mean you're living.
I feel this intense pain in the pit of my stomach, like I've been stabbed with a hot knife... and yet, I feel like I deserve that pain.
I've never been good at having friends. For some reason, I always end up distancing myself so as not to contaminate them with my shit.
They won't remember you... no one will.
Because you doesn't fit anywhere... and you never will.
Everything was going well until you pushed us to the limit. We had achieved so much, now it's all gone, and it's because of you.It's for these kinds of things that I hate you. As if you were trying to make your life a novel. Always trying to be so "poetic" to get the attention of others with your disgusting self-pity.
Don't blame me for being a manic-depressive. If you did anything other than just regret we would be in a different situation.Everything was going well until you pushed us to the limit. We had achieved so much, now it's all gone, and it's because of you.
I didn't ask to be here, I don't want to be here.Don't blame me for being a manic-depressive. If you did anything other than just regret we would be in a different situation.
Do you remember the last time you started crying what happened? Do you want the same thing to happen again? :). It's a war you can't win.I didn't ask to be here, I don't want to be here.
Everything always has to be a war with you... Why?Do you remember the last time you started crying what happened? Do you want the same thing to happen again? :). It's a war you can't win.
You write one more word in this forum, and there will be a lot of laughs, like the last time :)Everything always has to be a war with you... Why?
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