What annoys me the most is I can see all the purpose everyone has and tell them so much about themselves.
I can make the actually feel good, wanted, useful. But when it comes to me, I can't say anything. I don't see anything in me.
Sometimes I want to just sleep and have it all go away, but then I wake up crying. And I know if I stay awake I'm going to have to find a way to put on that fake smile and fake laugh.
Sometimes I just think it's better if I just let myself
go. /x/
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