Then like all of them were so gross with me,
like if they didn't care about other people feelings rather than theirs.They just don't know when to stop.
"i'm feel like the worst so i always act like the best."
it's so unfair, you know?
bc I do care a lot about them.
I care about their feelings more than mine.and that sucks,
THAT SUCKS,
and i hate looking back at myself and realize that i don't like what i see.
I hate looking back at things and wondering why i was like that.
Everyday there is something wrong. Just a trivial thing that can make me unhappy for just a moment. It's like it's not even possible to have a day without a bad feeling.
but thats okay, isn't it?
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Puisi❃.✮:▹ 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝟸 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 ◃:✮.❃