hate to see myself deviating from reality.. pity of myself of how emotions sag from my little veins to my heart. This is the kaycee that I lost years ago, the kaycee that sadly I don't want to remember.. a person that wrap down around a mantle of love, but now lost again in hatred and anger.
i want to shout but i understand that no one hears me..
(they will never will to...)
i want to be understood in simplest way possible, but as you can see am Bad, not only bad definitely I'm worst than you ever think of.. maybe dying is the greatest appreciation for me, better way of understanding Me-- the difficult, worst, sad.
i want to talk to someone but i cannot.. why? no one will dare to ask me why.. and I know no one will understand me if I don't react.
I don't even matter, right? I'm just a little person making you're good world.. devastating it...
... tantrums of a 20 years old lady..
(maybe i should stop writing my story now.. THIS TOO SHALL PASS.. everything will stop and maybe tomorrow i will eventually be happy)
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