Empty, angry, used, embarrassed, tired, shameful, depressed. Of course, she's gonna say she's happy for you and fake a smile, but look deep into those eyes, you broke her. And once you die, no one can hurt you. Wonderful isn't it? I'm getting sick and tired of being me. It hurts looking in the mirror and not liking what I see. This self-loathing is exhausting. And I hate that mood when I don't feel like talking to anyone, faking a smile, pretending to be happy like I always do, but at the same time, I don't know what's wrong. I honestly believed in you. And it's pathetic how weak I have become. My life is a silent hurricane. I feel like giving up. No one understands, and they never will. I don't see the point in living anymore. I want to drown. And I hope it fucking haunts you forever that you're the reason behind the scars on someone else's body. "Why do you keep doing this?" "Because I've stopped caring." And the fact is, I trust complete strangers on Tumblr or anywhere more than you hypocritical fuckers. Waking up is painful. And this emptiness has turned me into a monster. Don't you wish you could go back to when everything was simple? Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. Does it count as still being alive when everything inside me is numb? I don't think some people realise how much pain someone has to be in to put a razor to their wrist. It sucks, you know. When everything is doing fine then, it all crashes again. And the worse part is, I really don't want to try and put it all back together again, but I have to. I'm just kinda tired, you know? I want to stop trying and not care for a few days. I'm a little tired of feeling like a failure. Do you find your joke funny? I no longer give a fuck. Well, I do, but, fuck it. So I've officially given up on everything. Because I'm done caring about people who don't care about me, I spend way too much time making sure everyone else is happy so I drive myself insane because I never have time to make sure I'm still happy, and I'm done with feeling alone and unwanted every single. That's why.