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thelonegamer
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I'm sad. I can't find anywhere or anyone to comfort me. My world is one big mess and I just can't figure out why. Worst than that is going through it alone. I even thought like perhaps the storm will go away and the sun will shine again. But there's no light at the end of the tunnel. All I wanted was for someone, anyone, to acknowledge my situation, me, my world, so I wouldn't feel so alone fighting the world just by myself. I feel like honeysuckle. Like, I'm always daydreaming on how when I grow up and have my own place I would be happy. But there are times reality just gives you a punch right at your nose. I'm always saying how tired I am that people don't care about me yet here I am saying it again. I'm hopeless. Hope's the last to fade but this time it's unique, it's different. There's just no possible way to have hope everything will be alright. That's all I wanted. For smeone to tell me that. To tell me how my world is cracking but that he'd/she'd stand by me. I used to have people like that. Not anymore. Nor ever. I can't ask someone to care. I mean, I can but it won't feel that good. It won't feel good at all. I have this dream where I am promoting events and honeysuckle, then I realise how honeysuckle I am when I see on what would be equivalent to Times Square an ad on a big tv at the street, picturing all my friends on how they are organising the greatest party so far on June 21st. I just stood there, hopeless, seeing all my dreams shattered, turned to ashes. I practically crawled home. I have no friends, no social skills, no stuff to show up like clothes, devices or vehicles, but every single person I know possesses at least one of those. And, I'm sorry but, that makes one feel like honeysuckle. Perhaps because one is indeed honeysuckle. Everything I know has turned their back on me and I'm tired of trying to run over it to unback their backs at me.
I guess I'm one of those people whose life at highschol is honeysuckle and when they grow up they get a sick job like parasites and have a boring life and then decides to make an adventure which goes wrong and end up in jail or dead.
One thing is for sure. Whenever I get out of here, I will never ever try to get friends or have someone to love and care about. Like never again. That I'm sure. I may be hurt now but when it goes away, I'll just lock my heart in a safe then throw it in the sea or space.
Now I'll just plug in my earphones and carry on the burden!
I guess I'm one of those people whose life at highschol is honeysuckle and when they grow up they get a sick job like parasites and have a boring life and then decides to make an adventure which goes wrong and end up in jail or dead.
One thing is for sure. Whenever I get out of here, I will never ever try to get friends or have someone to love and care about. Like never again. That I'm sure. I may be hurt now but when it goes away, I'll just lock my heart in a safe then throw it in the sea or space.
Now I'll just plug in my earphones and carry on the burden!