Collei

Who am I?
          Like, not what’s your name type shit. I mean who am I?
          
          Am I a stranger? Am I a friend? Am I a family member? Am I a student? Am I a classmate?
          
          I want to know if people see me how I see myself. I want to know what they think about it.
          
          After all, the human mind is rather… peculiar.
          
          And sometimes I wonder.
          
          Why? Why am I here? Why am I… like the way I am? Why am I still putting up with their shit? Their lies? Their nonsense? Their delusion? Their hate. Their ignorance. Their lack of respect. Their arrogance.
          
          It doesn’t make sense.
          
          Why do people do this? Why do people do that?
          
          “Why did you do that?”
          I don’t know.
          “You have to know, because you were the one who did it.”
          But I don’t.
          “Michael, don’t play with me. I’m tired of your bullshit-“
          
          And it’s a fucking cycle because you do this every single time. I hate you. I needed you. Where are you?
          
          And it fucking sucks.
          
          “Where were you?”
          I was sleep.
          “You weren’t fucking sleep, you ignored my calls.”
          My phone was on silent.
          “You don’t need your phone on silent.”
          Yes Ma’am.
          “You’re just saying that to make me shut up.”
          …
          
          My life is fine. And I’m happy with it. And I’m grateful for it. Because I know so many more people have had it way worse than me. But honestly?
          
          I don’t really give a shit anymore.
          
          Just feels like I’m doing all of it over again.
          
          But then again, I have no right to complain. I have people who love me, although sparse, they are still there. I have a roof over my head, food on the table, and clothes on my body. So what more do I need?
          
          What void is there that I haven’t filled with what I have?

ᶻz ◜SLEEP, OR ELSE YOUR WALLS ARE BREAKING ONCE AI GET OUT TO BEAT YOU TO IT!!! 

Heelllooo beautiful people of the wonderful(?) world!
          
          I’ve come to announce;
          
          It smells like something is rotting. And it’s probably SOMEONE…. But maybe not, could be just a dog.
          
          Anyways, after thanksgiving, I’m meeting up with my friend Saturday. (She hasn’t seen me in years, and literally was crying to me not that long ago. So we’ll have time to catch up.)

WHAT DID I DO? WHY DID I GET BLOCKED. *cry*

I’m gonna follow you :D

For all those thst have to experience my dumbass-ness and red flags… Forgive me T^T I CANT help it. I’m too comfortable with y’all..

*Sigh….* it’s really that time of year… guys… just know, I’ll be online a lot less. Pray for me.

Why my followers be changing from 30 to 29 and then back to 30 repeatedly?

ᶻz ◜ I'll change my whole profile, everything included except for maybe my book covers and all. 

Why am *I* the snitch?!