I can't be asked anymore. Honestly. I'm tired and heavy. The things that make others happy remind me of someone or something that make me hate it. I hate it. The feeling in my heart. The heartache tears me apart day in and out as i walk the same path to and from. About an hour of my day wasted because I can't afford To get a lift. Or cause im not walking fast enough.
I don't want to be liked anymore. Too much attention on me. I never get peace and quiet when I'm anywhere. If it's not people shouting for my attention it's arguing. All the time. I hate it. I wish I could stay at home with the few people I can stand and just sleep. I just want to sleep. I'm tired. I'm really. Really tired. I just want to sleep properly without having to wake up at 3 am and panic because I think my mum has killed herself. Or I panic because I think my Friends hate me. Then I'll just sit there. For hours.
Oh well. I'm going to stop moaning. I feel sick and tired. Goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
RandomI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
