Listening to: scratch scratch scratch of my nails
Feeling: antisocial
i dont feel like talking. i'd rather not talk lately. i'd rather not be a friend. i'd rather sit here motionless without having to breathe and not bother anyone. everytime i open my mouth i'm hurting another person. i'd rather not feel. i'd rather not worry weather or not you're my friend. i'd rather not worry at all. everything is bothering me.
i dont feel like talking. not to you or anyone. these feelings run deep with no reason. it's stupid beccause i should feel happy that i get to spend hours by your side. forget i asked. forget i spoke your name. i dont care anymore.
i dont feel like existing. here or anywhere. i'd rather fall asleep in my room for a long while, cuddled in the black covers and never wake up sweating. i'll never wake up sweating again if you walk out of my life. please do this for me. walk away and promise to look back once.
i dont feel like being nice. you all should know this by now. my mind is making me weak and i'm smiling at the scabs in my arm. interesting how people quickly believe what they want.
so just sit there and take in all my lies i wish i didnt have to feed you.
:-(
Still have to, though.
Probably the 24th.