So sick and tired of the back and forth. I love you. I hate you. You're beautiful. You're hideous. You're elegant. You're manly. You're sexy. You're fat. You're loved. You're loathed.
*pulls hair*
It's so frustrating to be stuck in my head. How quickly my moods turn. How fast I go from perfectly wonderful to insanely dreadful. I only weigh heavy on the backs of others. I should just leave everyone alone.
I wish I could hide in the light of day like I used to. Back before people started sticking their noses into my business and claiming they could fix me. Maybe then all this shit would've remained buried beneath the surface. But it didn't. They've unsurfaced it. They dug it up. And now I sit and let it eat my flesh. Rot my core. Overtake me. Completely.
There is no hope for people like me. Only glimpses of what life could be like if we weren't so fucked up.
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