No one ever listens
ever since I was a child, I’d been alone. Growing up an only child, the youngest of a far hearted family doesn’t sculpt you to be anything else. I don’t usually make a lot of friends, I think I scare them off.
Thing is, I’m stuck now, with myself I mean. I hate who I’ve become. I hate these secretes. It’s like my whole life is an illusion. And I just need something to tether me back to reality.
Maybe I do need a friend.
Maybe I am going insane.
Either way, I’m trying not to.
But maybe I’m trying too hard to control my brain.
I don’t understand it.