My Dear,
I've met people today,
Yeah, I know it sounds weird
But the more I get to even see someone
The more I lose my faith in the human race.
Ugh, this sounds too bad.
It's not like they weren't nice.
Oh, they were.
But... I don't know why,
They're just... Not my type.
People are not my type.
What am I even saying?
Whenever I'm around people I keep on smiling, yeah, it's not like I haven't had a good time in awhile...
I often have fun, laugh, enjoy life.
But in some way it always ends up feeling... I don't know... Not real.
Like I'm letting my life live instead of me,
Like somebody else is enjoying these things instead of me,
Like I'm not actually living.
I noticed this today.
I had tears in my eyes since I'd been laughing so much.
But even though my body felt filled with feelings,
My soul felt empty.
I felt afraid.
How do I control this?
How do I escape from this?
How do I take my life back?
I've got a feeling that these answers are not inside of me,
I've got a feeling that I don't want these answers,
I've got a feeling that these answers do not exist.
What can I do?
I'll just let this overwhelming wind of apparent feelings flow through me.
I'll see how long will it take for it to deplete me completely
Or how long will it take for some unknown source to save me and tear all this affliction off me.
I know I have to do something,
But since I don't know what
I'm not going to make things worse.
I guess I'll just wait...
Yeah, I'm good at it.
I'll wait till I can't anymore.
I'll wait till somebody cares.
I'll wait for something to come and get me,
Either life, or death.
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Unsent.
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