My Notebook

5/10/18

I

Am not happy.

I can't take it.

I try to stay happy.

But it is beyond my grasp.

I knew it was too good to be true.

To have friends who cared.

They just laugh at me.

What's the point?

The one's who do care I may never see again or ever in general.

The others just laugh.

Or call me fake.

I just want this to end.

I know I sound cringy.

I don't care.

I just want them to stop.

I know I'm not perfect.

I never will be.

But I just want you to stop.

My nightmares came back about a week ago.

The same one.

Every night.

I lie in a bed.

Friends crying.

Others laughing.

Laughing and pointing.

"He Died at 17 What the Fuck is wrong with him"

If nothing changes.

It Will be sooner.