It's funny how you spend until 3:00 on a Sunday feeling sorry for yourself.
You have the whole day to do whatever you want, you know?
And I sit here still feeling sorry for myself. I sit here cooped up in my room feeling like no one wants me.
Which technically isn't true, considering I do have amazing friends. Part of it might just be laziness, maybe I'm just tired, or maybe it's even just the fact that it's Sunday.
The truth of the matter is I feel cut off from everything. My greatest fear is dying in a state of depression or dying with regrets or just dying in general.
I need friends to stay happy and when I feel I start off a day being sad and moping around, BAM.
3:00
I haven't contacted anyone all day, well it's three o'clock already.
Today is practically OVER.
I do not know why I feel like this all the time. Then a friend will text me. I force myself to reply and then we talk on the phone.
I get right back to my normal self. Even when either they have to go, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Then tomorrow morning comes.
I get swallowed back into this sadness.
Swallowed in the sea.
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Swallowed in the Sea
Teen FictionI could write it down and spread it all around, get lost and then get found. You'll come back for me. Not swallowed in the sea .