stuck.

perfection.

confusion.

agrivation.

i'm stuck.

is this really what i wanted? was this the success i was working for? i feel like i try so hard sometimes. for what? i really don't know the answer to that anymore.

sometimes i feel like everyone hates me.

that my friends talk behind my back.

that they pretend to like me.

that there's no one to turn to.

that there's everyone....

then me.

i feel like i am going to break down. and cry. anyway, tears are just a symbol of a failed hope.

.....depressing realization.

.....empathy for liars.

.....sorrow at its best.

just take deep breaths. inhale. exhale.

i'm sick and tired of doing the same fucking thing every day of my life. it is so cliche i can't take it.

i crave change.

i need individuality.

i want something different.

watching tv, listenting to a monotone voice, and living someone else's life through the pages of a book gets old fast. for me at least.

i am sick of all this. everything.

....change.

....individuality.

....difference.

this is what i need. this is me

this is me.

say what you'd like. i try my best. most of the time. sometimes.

because when life turns its back on me i will always do the same.

i give as much respect as i recieve. i don't care about your age. your job. your social status. i don't care if your a wrek or flawless. with me none of that matters.

i need attention.

i have to be liked.

i lose sleep over certain people.

i narrorate everything i do in my head. like a book.

....a movie

....a song

jealousy is a form of deception that i have gotton to know very well.

because perfection is everywhere i'm not.

i don't know if these are lyrics.

.....a poem.

.....a story.

but this is me.

a fucking mess whos hides her feelings well. a talent i wish i didn't have.

love me. hate me. get to know me.