Untiled

And I guess this is the end to our never started story..

I think what I’ve realised is that everyone within my life sees me differently, as much as I tried to have everyone see me in the same positive way it’s impossible. I can’t control people’s thinking, and that’s life ig.

I give up at this point, what is there left?

I hate humans.

Sometimes making fake scenarios is the only way I can feel a bit of happiness, even if that burst of joy only last for a small length of time.

Yes, good time to get sick.

And I guess I can never really rely on anyone, because they’re so quick to go when something doesn’t benefit them, leaving me alone.

Why can’t I just have a first lead moment at least once. Why am I always just a side character in even my story.

I need to promise myself that these will be the last moments I put in effort. There’s no point anymore

The walls in my room have formed into my best friends.

And I’m left alone, again..

Just a side character in everyone’s stories as I live with no purpose.