My emotions are on a constant loop.
I push them away during the day.
I have people there to hault them temporarily.It's when I get home I feel the weight on my chest. Hear the sounds of the empty house with no love to give.
I sometimes feel like I should be apologizing for my despair. Other people whom I love are effected, but I can't help how I feel. If anything it's those people who make my heart a little heavier.
I sometimes wish my life was book.
I could delete and choose my own story. But life isn't like that, everyone tells you, you have a choice on how you live your life. Which is true, but to a certain extent.I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
I just hope I find out soon.
I just hope it's all going to be worth it in the end...
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality