When I do feel things and act like myself they look at me weirdly because to them my stranger the one I look in the mirror to everyday and hate even more, is my stranger but to them they see my stranger as me. And it kills me to see the confusion across there face and I die inside my cell of isolation of witch is my own creation even more. Is it weird to laugh is it weird to want things. Once it wasn't but I find that my norm now with the sun shining somedays and me seeing my oldself. When will I see her more than a couple minutes at a time. I miss her but I don't want to feel what she felt on that day.
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My Little Sad Writing
PoesíaJust don't read it okay. This is for me to write stuff down. It's uh kinda sad and just things I've been thinking about a lot. I don't want to write it down on paper. XOXOXO Trigger warning to Death Self hate And many other Nasty things I guess...
