This can't last forever. Time won't make things better. Time helps, but it doesn't cure. The scars will never heal. There was a time when I believed.
I believed in the fairy tales that rang from the screaming voices of society. I did believe that, for every person on Earth there was his match. By use of reason, I ceased to accept these beliefs as I began to think for myself. I still had hope. And it's times like this that I realize that some of us are truly meant to lead a life of solitude. It just makes me sad to look at people like Ms Kyer, Mr Price, Mr Oberti, knowing that they have no one to go home to. How happy someone is heavily influenced by two things: what he leaves home for and what he comes home to. When you come home to nothing... what does that say?
I cried [a real cry] a week and a half ago for the first time in a long time. Don't ask me what it's about because I'm not going to tell you because you'd think it's stupid. I'll only say this: it has nothing to do with school or anyone at school or anything related to school. This can put your assumptions at ease. It felt really weird, too, cuz I wasn't really that sad when I was crying, and I sat there, thinking about how it felt to cry. Then I looked in the mirror and thought, Wow, I actually look kinda cool crying. Honestly. Don't look at me like I'm weird.
Do you guys ever get random tears? Usually when I'm lying in bed after I've woken up, a random individual tear will fall from my eye. It happens a lot. Does this happen to you? Am I just a weirdo? I'm a weirdo. Weirdo. I'm hungry.