Wednesday, 22nd April 2015 - 3:38pm
I hate when I underestimate people, when I think that they'll just forget something and maybe just leave me alone.
Maybe one day my happiness won't be crushed by other people's words. Maybe one day I'll go to bed and think "today was a great day.."
But I'm not sure it'll ever happen. I mean, why would good things stick around for me when they could go to meld deserving people? Why should I be allowed to be happy when I don't deserve it?
Why should good things and kindness from others be wasted on me when I won't live long enough to see the best day of my life?
I just wish I could hide from the world, everything would be better then.
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