it's getting harder to explain myself. don't look at me. i think we're on different perceptions about me, i should be more clear about it but why would I want you to hate me? i can't seem to make myself want to write about it.overdramatic little fuck. get out of my head
What have I done? I can't even try to imply it now. What if people that know me are looking at this right now? Fuck.What do you want from me? Would you like to mock me? To feel better? To prove that I was right about everyone? what will you gain from this? wwho told you to do this? I don't want to be you, but everything tells me to be a masculine fucker.


welcome to earth.
optimism is getting difficult. i need an escape.

the subconscious gave up. the nightmares are too real, something about getting cold stares from everyone, feeling abandoned. burden. just let me indulge in the fantasies. deviant. creep. burden.