I just can't help it.
I realize, I guess, that reality isn't a story. Reality won't have a good ending. Reality doesn't contain people who understand you completely, people who you can trust and love and know that they feel the same way without so much as a shadow of a doubt. It just doesn't.
I just don't want to tell anyone about my problems because I know that deep down, they don't care. No one cares about anything anymore. No one feels empathy... Because no one knows how. Why should I tell anyone what's bothering me when they'll only get upset and tell me I need help, or baby me like a fragile newborn? I don't want that and they don't understand that. They don't know how to listen, and that is all I want...
For someone to listen without any judgment or bias and then hold me while I cry, letting me hide my shame in the confines of their embrace.
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Poetry, A Rap, And Other Tomfoolery
Overig(Unknown) I'll probably just post random things that I've written that will mostly have to do with Homestuck, but aren't limited to that. Some of it might be actual fanfics or works in progress that I'm not sure I'll ever finish [If you've read or k...
