T for Tears
Tears of joy and tears of sadness. They're both tears but they're opposite.
I don't want to cry. Everyone will think I'm weak. We're not suppose to cry,
Sometimes I wish I can just... stop. I want to be invisible to everyone. They don't have to see me then.
I give silent 'fuck you's' to people everyday.
Tears of frustration.
Why can't I blend in?
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Why do people have to pick me out?!
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Why me..?
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I'm not special.
They pick me because they pity me.
I'm not popular.
They talk to me because I was the only one there.
I'm not fun.
They come to me because they need help,
I'm not.. not.. ......
I don't want to do this anymore.
Why can't people just... stop?
I despite them.
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RandomStruggles. Excuses. Problems. Issues. Random shit. Something we all can relate. Essentially a vent book or a way to put everything in writing Plus thoughts and some theories. (beware cringe and teen stuff until you get to the recent ones) Some part...
