I don't even know who I am anymore
I used to know exactly who I was even though I hated myself. I knew who I was and that's what kept me sane
But now? I have no clue who I am
I'm so different and it takes every single ounce of my energy to put up my front in the morning and pretend that I am the same as I was so I don't hurt anyone
But I'm not the same and one day I'm gonna snap and everyone I'm close to is going to leave
Even though I was sarcastic and had a serious mean streak i was always nice to people and I never spoke my mind completely
I could be the kindest person. I always wanted to be nice over being mean and it was real because I hated hurting people
But now I'm different and I honestly didn't know someone could just change
Now I have to live with myself and it's utterly exhausting
So now I have to sit and collect myself every morning pushing all my thoughts away and plastering my smile on that's faker then it's ever been, thinking back to how I was and piecing myself together
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The Truth
PuisiThese aren't for pity or attention so don't give it to me. I write these because they are how I feel, no matter how bad they are. If you don't like it then don't read. ~Warning~ If you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with depr...
