My body and heart weren't made for this. If you could read my mind, you would be in tears.
I guess I'm just Tired.
Tired of crying.
Tired of being laughed at.
Tired of being made fun of.
Tired of being shamed.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of remembering.
Tired of being hurt.
Tired of being sad.
Tired of yelling.
Tired of feeling stuck.
Tired of needing help.
Tired of being ignored.
Tired of feeling unloved.
Tired of no o
For most of my life, I've been keeping things to myself. I was always afraid of what others would think of me from my previous experiences. I don't want anypony to think of me in a bad way. That's why I've been keeping my secrets to myself. And that's what I think makes me so unlikable. I just don't want anypony to think badly of me.
At the same time, I feel like I'm hoping for something that will never happen. And feeling hopeless and full of despair is just a slower way of being dead. Ri
I feel so empty. Yet full of emotion. Like the smallest thing could push me over the edge.
What are you supposed to when there's nothing but pain left inside you?
What if everything we were looking for only existed in our dreams?
How do you explain something, when you can't even understand yourself?
It's almost scary, isn't it? The way that sadness doesn't only settle in your body, but the way it completely takes over every part of you.
The fact that, even when you're h
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