i don’t know how to explain it. it’s like everything’s fine when you’re distracted then the minute you’re alone everything piles up and you can’t breath. i like to sit and stare at nothing for hours, i like to think but i don’t like my thoughts. they speak to me and i can’t help but to listen. smiling feels good but knowing it’s fake feels worse.
was having bad thoughts and felt writing a poem, sorry it’s bad lol x