Here I am again. I'm back here. Back on this document. Back with these stories. Back with the depression. I thought I had found someone to take the out of my life, but he just gave me more reasons to type.
Why am I always the one to say sorry. Why am I always the one that feels bad. I didn't even do anything wrong. I had a reason to be upset. I had a reason to be mad. Yet I'm the one apologizing and feeling bad, because I miss talking to someone who doesn't want to talk to me. I couldn't stay mad, yet I have to hide the sadness. I say sorry expecting him to say I shouldn't be sorry. All I got was more reasons to feel bad. It was my fault? I'm back to pretending to be happy. Faking the smiles and laughs. Behind all the smiles and broken lies, I'm crying inside. I will be forever. I may find someone for a little while, but I always get hurt in some way. I will never be happy. It's always hidden tears and hidden truths. I'm forever going to be faking smiles and telling lies to myself. I will always be saying I'm fine. I will always be dying on the inside, yet thriving on the outside. I'm back to feeling invisible. My feelings are hidden again.
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Sadness
RandomThese are the things i wrote when i am depressed or sad. I dont tell anyone my feelings, i just write them and hope someone reads them oneday, so im not alone in my pain.... Jk im just a depressing piece of shiz.... ❤
