Do people who never cared remember all the great times? Do they ever think of those they hurt?
i feel like i should be living under a bridge somewhere, somewhere nobody will notice me, notice my sadness, my watery blue eyes, the tears that stain my cheeks or notice my hollowness.
i feel empty inside.
The wold has stopped spinning. Everything is frozen in time, my heart, my thoughts are frozen on the one thought.
Why cannot i be like all the other people? Why do i put so much of myself into a friendship? Why did i trust some other human that is incapable of honesty? Why do i give my all to a few people and those people leave me?
i am nothing.
possibly more to come…
p.s. i have not started tweaking yet, so the bridge might be a few days off.