It all started when the red waterfalls splashed itself into the picture.
Insecurities-the self doubt, selflessness, and all of these kind of things started to wrap me whole and mold me into a...
Depressed teenager.
A mad teenager.
A person with a big personal bubble.
A human with a trying-to-be-open-minded mind.
A confused living thing.
With all of these " developments" and " rash emotions", I just have to pretend, pretend, and pretend-to pretend that I'm completely contented with life, to pretend that I have a very positive thinking, and lots more on my " script."
But why?
Why can't anybody see through all of my best acting stunts at all?
Why have humans become so dumb and blind?
Why did I have to pretend all this time?
I don't know, I just...have to.
YOU ARE READING
Depressed and lost
Ngẫu nhiênMaybe typing the half of it out will help me. Please help me. ______ Read if you want to. Nobody will still care anyway, how dark and shallow it is in this room of mine. A small room-small enough to fit in my palms, but big enough to fit in a hollow...
