People say express yourself through writing. write down your feelings.
But no matter how much I write with caps lock on it won't put across my feelings.
no matter what font I will still feel the need to scream for no reason.
the need to cry.
the need to just sit and stare into space because I don't know what the fuck I am supposed to be doing.
I don't know how I should feel.
I am not diagnosed with depression yet I give off every 'sign'.
they force me to go to doctors and I lie.
I lie because I don't want to take pills in order to be happy.
I want to be happy on my own.
I don't want to be fake happy.
but I am never happy.
just a little less sad.
And when my friends ask me how I am.
I say tired.
Because I am.
But not because of sleep.
They never ask what I'm tired of.
And that's always their downfall.
Because I'm tired of being sad.
Because I'm tired of trying.
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Thoughts
RandomA collection of my thoughts that can be extremely upsetting, happy, inspiring, depressing, truthful, disappointing and real. These are just the things that run through my messed up head and that I just need to get out.
