"I love my dad and I guess that's why it hurts so much when he yells at me. I feel like I want to believe he's doing it because it's best for me. That's why I can't do anything to end how I feel because if I do, it will kill him but staying here is killing me. I've thought about it and attempted it more times than I'd like to say but Every time my dad comes and saves the day. I want to talk about how I feel but I don't want people to see all the negative things. I guess you could call me an optimist, but it's hard to stay optimistic when everyone around me is circling and closing in on me and I'm suffocating on my own thoughts, I'm neither an introvert or an extrovert and I'll never claim to be. I never liked to be labeled because I just don't feel like I'm easy to read, if I was labeled I'd be an outcast. I'm an outcast because no matter how hard I try I can't seem to fit in, I'm like a dark black feather in a see of white. I don't fit in, so I gave in. I can't try to be something I'm not."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
