being inside my head is so fucking exhausting, one minute i’m fine the next i’m suicidal the next i’m angry the next i’m upset and destroying myself. i make no sense, i wish i wasn’t so sensitive, i wish i was normal, i’m so sick of not being able to control my emotions
or a friend laughing with their bestfriend, I realize that even though i like being alone, i don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who wont run away.
I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like driving alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when i see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover,
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.