When you get into a relationship, expect to feel the need to talk to someone you’re not with. I find myself constantly wishing I had someone else to talk about my problems with, not my boyfriend. The same things happens with your parents. You know you should go to them to talk about your problems, but you don’t.
Why do some people seek strangers to talk to instead of those who love you or supposedly love you?
When people say, “ ‘Hate’ is such a strong word,” I say,
“Yeah, and that’s why I use it.”
I dread the future.
I hate living in a house with three other people. They’re always up my ass, wanting to know about everything I’m doing. Fuck! I love my family, but let me have my privacy, please.
Let me just be honest with myself for once; I can not function in society.
I need to reawaken my artistic experience. I need a creative renaissance.
I feel so out-of-tune today.
I have been cradling this sadness and incubating my melancholy for too long.
All my anxieties had a party today.
I’m just another drop in the human pond; I blend seamlessly.
I wonder what it’s like to live. I know I’m living now, but I’m not LIVING.
I remember when that teacher said that his students weren’t special. I understand where he’s coming from, but there are times when I want to feel special. There are times when I want to glitter while everyone else is gray.