I try to tell myself that I'm happy with who I am, but I hate everything about myself when I think about it.
Putting on a fake smile so you don't have to explain why you're not happy.
When you're in a public place and you're just fading into the background.
I'm getting worse and you don't know.
I feel so empty, yet I feel so much pain.
She tries to kill herself and fails, she's know as an 'Attention seeking whore.' But if she succeeds, then suddenly, everyone loved her.
I am ready to leave this plae. Forget about everyone I know. Pack up and leave. I am tired of the memories that linger around the corner of the meaningless routine that is draining my soul away. I am ready to go, no goodbyes or explanations. I am ready to start over.
