Never in my life have I wanted to be alone more than I do now.
I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to pretend. I just don’t fucking want to.
If I could just pick up and go I absolutely would, no second thoughts.
Don’t care who says it’s running, don’t care who says anything for that fucking matter.
Just ALONE.
The only thing people do is ruin everything.
I can deal with my own thoughts and my own feelings without someone else’s opinion of how I should deal with my own shit.
At the end of the day, I’m all I’ve got, just like everyone else.
I’m cold right now.
Bitter.
Angry.
Jaded.
I just don’t want to do it anymore.
Even a lion loses a fight some times.
This one’s just been slain and hung up for everyone to gawk at.
I miss the quiet.
I miss the solace.
I miss so many things.
I miss being me.
There’s too much tension on this rubber band and it’s about to snap.
I just want to be alone….