I’ve stopped making wishes at 11:11. I’ve stopped believing in happy fairytail endings. I’ve stopped believing in right and wrong. I’ve stopped trying to be something I’m not. I’ve stopped believing in myself and also in people too. Because if I could disappoint myself then, what makes you diffrent? I’ve stopped caring for things that will end up leaving you. I’ve stopped buying things that you can’t take with when it’s your turn to go. I’ve managed to disappoint everyone that ever cared and I’ve managed to push the people closer to me away. I’ve gotten stuck in the reflection of a mirror, wondering who that person is. Where did I lose myself? When did things go so wrong? I’ve become an expert on self-loathing and my self-esteem is nowhere to be found. I’ve manged to block everyone from my life and everything gets fogged up and my judgment is clouded. Oh, and the lies, the lies. I don’t know who I am. And I am so scared to find out.
“We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us! We were so beautiful!”
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Just because you’ve got me safe in this little trap, you think you can bully me into feeling whatever you want me to feel
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