To everyone I've ever met,
to everyone who once tried to get to know me.
To everyone who wanted to be my friend,
to everyone who had to deal with me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm stubborn.
I'm sorry I'm insecure.
I'm sorry I locked you out.
I'm working on becoming a better me,
I've realized I turned into a loner.
I. don't. wanna. be. a. loner.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
To everyone I've ever met,
to everyone who once tried to get to know me.
To everyone who wanted to be my friend,
to everyone who had to deal with me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm stubborn.
I'm sorry I'm insecure.
I'm sorry I locked you out.
I'm working on becoming a better me,
I've realized I turned into a loner.
I. don't. wanna. be. a. loner.
I really didn't want to post this because I feel it's not worthy enough for this page, but on a serious note, this is me. This is my mind, my feels.
This is me when I can't sleep, when I've been lying for hours on my bed, thinking, and then look through my window and the sun's already out.
This is me being sorry for being myself, but also not sorry at all.
Me recognizing my demons and rising above them, without losing myself.
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