I feel empty. Empty all the time. People say there's something wrong with me. I know there is something wrong with me. And I don't mean it in a good way. I stopped caring.
School makes me feel lighter. I'm not required to talk all the time. It's silence, even if it's not and you're alone, even if you're not.
Home stopped feeling like home. It scares me.
And I'm not making sense, so I'll just stop.
You're making perfect sense to me.
ResponderEliminarI feel exactly the same thing.
Pelo menos não estou sozinha :| pensei que era a única. Se precisares de mim, dispõe :)
ResponderEliminarO mesmo para ti! Estou aqui sempre que precisares.:)
ResponderEliminarThank you:)
ResponderEliminarOlha, afinal consegues comentar!