Right now I’m missing the people who didn’t make me feel alone in a crowded space. The ones I could goof around with and not give a damn about a single thing. Right now I’m sitting in an apartment that I rent with my sister crying in my room. I don’t recognize myself. I’m not happy like I was when I had my best friends to vent to. I judge people and look down on them because deep down I’m sick of myself and the person I created.
I’m watching everyone around me have the life that I once wanted for myself. The person I was just under four years ago is nowhere in sight and I’m not sure what I have to do to get it back. I want more than anything to not feel this way. To be better.
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