I feel like I'm contradicting myself in the worst way. I just don't get it at all. Why are they being so nice to me, why do they look like they actually care about me. I don't understand it at all, I'm used to others hating me, being alone, hurting me, and using me. I'm used to all of it, it feels normal after all these years, so why are people being nice to me now. It makes no sense to me. Why can't they just be mean to me, hurt me, or even use me it feels wrong. It hurts inside, sense when did others care about me, it feels wrong, it feels like a trick. I just don't understand or know how to react to others being nice to me so I just pretend. They don't even truly know me or what I've been through so why do they care about me, why are they being so nice to me.
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Uncontrollable Heart Book 2 (Poetry) (Journaling)
Proză scurtăIt's book 2 of hidden feelings, It's gonna be full of more songs and journal entries. I'm being lazy with my description and I'm sorry for that. So this stuff wil be for anyone.
