these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Sunday, February 25, 2018
I hate people. I don't want to see them. I don't want them to talk to me, I don't want them to look at me. I am afraid of them. I hope they would all disappear. I just want to be left alone. I know I can live without them. If I can only make them go away. I don't like people. I never liked them. Why can't they just all disappear.