do I truly exhibit that I am smart or am I just making it up with a fragile ego begging for attention?
people tugging at me wanting to show their undying affection, yet I can't help but be disgusted by the attention.
I'm balancing myself on the sharp edge of a fairytale and real life.
can I shatter the broken halo that holds me down like a collar trying to get away from my insanity and depression?
I hate these dreams.
I hate the waiting.
but I'll sit here like I always do, give it all out, and bask in temporary attention and fake comfort.
I'll sit here and keep my fragile ego company because that is the only thing I seem to be good at these days.
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Talking out loud
Randomthese are just questions I have or me ranting don't mind me. But if you do read this feel free to answer some of my questions or comment on one of my rants.
