... shit ...
At times like this I would go crying to one of my friends.
But I won't trouble them with my own pains.
Can't I be self-efficient like how I thought I was back in AZ?
During those times I didn't need anyone.
Everyone sucked there.
From my point of view anyways.
Getting up to face the mass of prats was unbearable.
Here, I wake up ready to enjoy the day.
Instead, these days I wake up dreading some sort of assignment.
Just stay in bed and sleep.
Keep the world's trouble from getting to you.
Loneliness doesn't matter.
Maybe it's less stressful trying to keep yourself occupied.
Nevermind how other people think.
Or, mull over everyone's opinion.
Proverbial headache warning.
Quite an annoying situation.
Resisting the urge to find a shoulder to cry on.
Since everyone is pre-occupied with their own situations.
Then again, I'm being selfish with this attention.
Understand that I needed assurance.
Very much so.
Why can't anyone else see that?
Xenith? Try the opposite.
Yesterdays ago I was fine.
Zealousness doesn't appeal to me now.
... disjointed.
I'm disgusted with myself. And with what I have done.
One way or another, I'll end up killing myself.
On a lighter note, halfway done with a certain someone's bday present. Shhh, don't tell her I mentioned anything.
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