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Jan 2015
I crave....an answer
validation...
a reason for my existence
...i crave someone who cares
...well validation
that i matter
i might seek poularity
***
men
boys
friends
...my parents
my family
God...
all just to get that
....and i feel abandoned
forsaken
...i feel alone
like i live in a world with just me in it
i feel as if im in the center of a room
full of ppl
but they seem a blur
and all i see is a room full of haters
doubters
....i see nothing
but i feel everything
i see haters but i feel the obligation to be kind
i fear my emotions
i fear...fear
i fear people
and i fear myself.....
i crave i day....
one ******* day
where i can wake up from the best sleep ever
..where i can accept my flaws
except life and its imperfectness
except me falling in front of everyone
except insecurity
except the world hating me...
and i want it to happen right now
my fingers shake of eagerness to have it
to have the rush of content
.....i want it
....how can i get it
...ive spent a year searching for it
..can i search it
is it here
is it right in front of me
...i want to say yes
but i dont ******* know
i dont...
and im so impatient
and my faith......
how can i have that
if im sad...
in a world full of happy people
....people telling you your worthless
a world full of surprises
a world...
a life....
its like i dont want to accept reality
i really cant
and my heart or my mind wants it so ******* badly
....i know i have to
but i know i cant force myself
ive learned that life....
the world
isnt a wish granting machine
you just are....
you feel what you feel
you are what you are
and it is what it is
....i guess thats life.....
huh
Sometimes i grow very weary of life, i feel so insecure, all i think about is how little im gonna eat to impress that boy in physics, how **** im gonna look for so and so.....how im gonna be confident or how im gonna act on monday....its like **** it....honestly..im a miserbale insecure wreck...and im hopeless i feel hopeless and **** it...my whole life is for the world...either to be apart of it or prove it wrong....and why..for whom..for what...mmmhhh....everyone wants the same thing happiness...and in our society happiness is being apart of society....its being that ideal society standered person and coming from a life of being told how to live...its hard to take back your freedom...its like seriously man...how cruel..how ******* cruel to steal from my soul...and continue to tell me what to do..how cruel....to live in a world like this....its like how can one live peacefully...how can one live with himself..when society?
Written by
Miley Cyrus  Mars
(Mars)   
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