dear diary,
You actually aren't a diary, but let's make this cliche as fuck.
Why not?
No one is complaining, not even I.
I'm sorry I had to go so suddenly.
Sometimes the loneliness destroys me,
and somehow I have to rebuild myself to say that I'm fine.
Perfectly fine.
(Seil.)
(Lies.)
Lying is so easy.
I'm not saying to lie.
I'm just stating that's true to me.
I haven't been so lonely lately.
I still feel like a ghost.
This one boy made eye contact with me.
I am not a ghost.
I was uncomfortable.
He knew how I felt.
Like a fucking rock in a tornado.
Being throw around from place to place.
Traveling from being depressed, to being okay.
The tornado is the mind, it spins and loves to fuck with us.
I was still uncomfortable.
I had looked away, knowing that hurt was in his eyes.
from,
Z.
