Truth is I am really tired.
I'm tired of trying and trying and never getting what I want. It doesn't matter how much effort I put into something, it never works out. Last time I did nothing, so nothing happened and someone else came and took my place. But this time I actually did something, I had the courage to stand up and say what I feel, and still, nothing freaking happened because the same person came and blocked me from the person I want. Twice.
I said to myself the first time that it was my fault. I repeated myself everyday when I saw him enter the class "it's my fault, I missed my opportunity", I cried every night thinking what the hell did I do. I wrote poems full of apologies and sorrys. Because I knew that it was my fault. But now, I did everything I didn't do in the past and I got the same results: loneliness and misery.
Feels good to be alive doesn't it? Life treats you like shit, while other people have absolutely everything, nice. Pretty nice.
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Feelings
PoetryUsual stuff that we feel. I think that feelings are a huge part of our life and that we should own them, whether we like them or not. Happiness, anxiety, love, mistrust, vulnerability, frustration, sadness, anger, euphoria, self love, confusion... a...
