Wednesday, June 27, 20xx
I looked around
Everything's perfectly good and fine, except me
I accepted this a long time ago
But didn't know I just hid in the darkThings I want. Things I won't get. Never a priority. Always in self-pity. Did things I never want to do to live. Never did things to die but I want to. I'm still the suicidal freak. A cripple. I'm still the one who cries her heart out in the bathroom. The one that overthinks things because of fears. The one with unconditional love to everyone but hates self. The one that lets out positivity but full of negativity. The one that believes the world can be good for a change, but never the one who thinks about self good enough. Yes, I'm still the coward with a mission. The coward that's a blackhile inside but the shining light in the outside.
