"It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb, it's so much easier to go, than face all this pain here all alone" -Linkin Park, "Easier to Run"
Let me tell you about my life before moving to this new hell.
My life was great before I moved, I guess. I had a nice house that was finished. I lived next door to my grandparents. I had pretty good neighbors. I had so many friends that lived near me.
I understood life before I moved. I don't understand life anymore. People are so terrible. They weren't at my old school.
I was shy and quiet. I wore the same jacket everyday. It had air conditioning. I had pretty good grades. I had gym everyday so I had a figure I could work with. Then everything went to shit.
As in went to shit. I mean I moved here. I became more outgoing. No more air conditioning. Gym every other day. My grades stayed the same. My personality changed and the way I dress.
I wear a lot of black because everyone I'm acquaintances with is so fucking skinny. Do none of them enjoy burgers or chicken, maybe pizza? Not everything is a salad. Do they not sit down and watch movies and videos? Are they always working out?
I think I'm over writing for today. It's late at night and not much thoughts running through my brain. We'll see if I decide to tell more about my shitty fucking life. Oh well, bye.
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