I'm a jealous person, who isn't no matter how much they say their not and that they don't mind what others have. To a point their jealous want something similar.
I want to act as if i don't care, I'm not even the most liked person ever. Actually I'm ignored I'm called emo anyways. No matter if I dress nice or not it's hard to be myself.
Sometimes like any other person, I feel alone. Actually I know I'm alone even my own opinion. Who cares that in here thinking, they all put me down as if I'm not even human. But a space taker of someone who could possibly need it right. Now I'm just rambling who wants to know everything about someone they don't know.
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Carried away
RandomI can't get words across right, I'm not what is ideally wanted. I mess up to much, I hurt everyone possible. Every little mistake takes its hit at me, it hurts me more so than anyone knows. But I keep it a secret, but deep down I'm dying inside.
