Its one of those times where all you can do is lay around on the floor looking up at the ceiling wondering What the fuck is going on? Stressing about almost everything that comes to mind, not knowing what to think about, who to think about, what to do. You lay there asking yourself, why the fuck am I even here? No one cares, what if I wasn’t born, would peoples lives be easier? Happier? Better than meeting me. You have no reach of your phone, no contact with anyone, you just don’t want to tell anyone what could possibly be on your mind because no one cares quit enough to listen to you spill your heart out. You’ve been hurt so many times before, and you don’t even know who to tell anything to.
You go out in public with a painted smile on, always pulling off a show so no one will worry. Everyone thinks you’re happy, you pull an act. No one quit knows what’s on your mind, you won’t let anyone really know whats wrong. Once you get home, all those smiles, laughter, and fun ends and its back to frowns, tears, and sorrow till a new day starts with the same shit. For me, I'll smile when I need to.
It's best to think the things or moments that made or makes you happy. Over thinking leads to negative thoughts.
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