And I apologize. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for not being able to relate to the cheesy posts and stereotypical statements that have been branded upon me as a human being for some weird reason. For being anything but just another statistic, I truly am sorry. For every time I walked into a room and didn't require the attention of each life form that wallowed within but just to make my way in without being noticed. For the times that I cried because it was painful and I was scolded and told I was weak but everyone's tears meant something else. For the times I wanted to end it all but I was considered an attention seeker. For the times I wanted to do a good deed without posting it to social media. For the times I poured my heart out in tenfold and was heartbroken and still here giving my all. For the times I was there for you and never ran to you expecting the same. For the times I've hurt and never once returned the favor. For the times I lashed out because I got tired of the nonsense. For the times I just couldn't care anymore. For the times I had good days and they won't posted to IG. For the times I had my alcoholic beverage thrown down the sink because it tastes like sin. For the times I never went to the party because I hated the crowds. For the times I spoke to myself and fought through my own shit. For the times I was a genuine soul, and not your average, ordinary, everyday, basic bitch, I AM SORRY!
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The Overthinking Addict
PoetryRantings of a young woman suffering with various mental illnesses.