I used too have many things right.
But they quickly melted into wrong
There was a time when I thought my parents had faith in me.
Only to find the knew I was gonna be a regret the whole time.
And I didn't give them a reason to think otherwise.
There was also a lot of things that I know. Lots of things that run across my mind. And lots of memories people wouldn't understand.
Not that it was always bad.
There are good days
Good memories.
But those hurt just as much.
I used to right in this diary on my downfall.
And I think about the stupid things I wrote in it. The things I was thinking were right.
But really wrong.
There was a truth in those words though. That I can't explain.
I can never explain things.
Last week after PE was the first time I actually admitted my feeling without having it be pulled out of me.
It was easy for me to say becuase it was something I could explain in simple words.
"I feel everyone really hates me"
Then I tied my shoes and left.
I think about that about too.
I think too much.
But it's all I can to
Becuase no matter what I know my thoughts are true. To me.
Reality slips threw my hands while I'm busy gripping onto things I can't let go of..
Sometimes I wish I'd stop.
The thoughts.
The memories.
The truth.
But then I remember.
People would just be more mad
No remorse.
Pity.
Hatred.
I don't understand a damn thing
Goodbye
