I think it’s about time I revert back to my old ways. Back to the fake composure and apathy, the bottling up of my emotions, the “I see right through your bullshit” attitude… It’s better that way for everyone involved.
I’m so through with falling for the same bullshit every fucking time… Today for the first time in months I felt that crippling emptiness that once enveloped me and it was terrifying yet familiar. This is the way it was meant to be. This body isn’t home to love, and if it is, you’ll probably never find it.
I’m done believing the common lies people blatantly tell you to gain your favor.
I’m not pretty, I’m not funny, I’m not special.
So just stop it.