Sometimes, i am alone, and i look in the mirror and i am not sure if i am there.
I feel my body, but it's as if it is not mine.
This is not me.
This is not my life, and i do not know what i am doing.
And then i let myself go.
I am around people, and now i am free.
I am stupid and bitter and i say things that i shouldn't say, but i do it anyways because i am stupid and bitter.
And then i wonder why people like me, because i sure as **** know i don't.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
Sometimes, i am alone, and i look in the mirror and i am not sure if i am there.
I feel my body, but it's as if it is not mine.
This is not me.
This is not my life, and i do not know what i am doing.
And then i let myself go.
I am around people, and now i am free.
I am stupid and bitter and i say things that i shouldn't say, but i do it anyways because i am stupid and bitter.
And then i wonder why people like me, because i sure as **** know i don't.