When did I start to feel like this?
When did other people start to matter?
Why do these thoughts always roam throughout my mind and all my thoughts?
Why does my body act this way, feel this way?
Why does my hair, clothes, body matter now?
Why is it my thoughts revolve around this?
Why is it always in my head, invading my personal thoughts, making me want things I never wanted before?
Why does it control my once peaceful nights with dreams of it?
Why aren’t there mutual feelings?
Are there?
I don’t know.
Why am I such a coward?
When did I become like this?
Why can’t these lingering feelings just leave?
I can’t live like this anymore.
So why do I?
I can’t take this anymore.
This guilt, this old and new fury burning through me, this pain.
Why must I have to deal with this?
Why me?
Why can’t I be meaner?
Smarter?
Less feeling?
Can’t I just be cruel and cold?
Can’t I just be alone?
Why does everyone seem expect things from me?
Why can’t I just tell someone?
Why can’t I just cry?
Why can’t I change the past?
Why am I so selfish?
I ruin my image in all those I respect’s eyes.
When did I start to care?
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