I hate feeling like 'the' intruder...
It was initially you and her, you guys are tight friends, besties as they would call it... and then, there’s me. I hate feeling as though I am the one trying to pull you away, I hate how I feel as though everything I’ve done, I’m doing is nothing but a foolish mistake. I’m reliving that moment again, that moment in which taunted me into the state of depression all because of that god be damned lonesome feeling. Every direction I turn, a somber state of mind would immediately distract me from all the yet to be visible good things that are bound to happen. I suffer, faking smiles just because I don't want to be viewed as weak - I no longer know if my reactions to certain daily things are purely genuine or simply fake. I feel so bland, so worthless... so dull. So paranoid.
I applaud all those who can slightly grasp the idea as to who and what I’m murdering my keyboard about, however, it's sad to know how easily accessible my thoughts really are. Either that, or you just know me too well.
