Falling apart
No one’s noticing. No one’s caring. Some pieces are too shattered for everything to be fixed the right way.
just saying...
there are just some things that no matter how much people are trusted, they are to be kept private... but by keeping things bottled up they'll erupt.
David*
Busted?
Fuck.
Mr. Perfect
I want to talk to you; I need to talk to someone. But you’re… “perfect”. I mean in the sense that things always go well for you. As much as you’d tryyy to understand, you wouldn’t be able to. So all I’d end up with is your pity. So I won’t waste our time…
Scared
Of everyone. To open my mouth. To say what I’m thinking, feeling. Of being judged.
Why? They don’t like me anyways. I’m alone in this. Even if they want to help, they don’t understand.
