It is true. I'm still alive, I'm breathing, and my heart is beating. However, why do I only feel alive if I'm doing something that makes me forget, about my life, my family, my lack of close friends that I am actually honest and comfortable with... But that's okay, I'm getting what I wanted. I'm becoming hollow, an empty shell of my formal self and I suppose that's just how things are going to be. No one's going to help me because I won't let them, and they will just give up on me because that's what I seem to want. It's not. No one wants to be alone, no one wants to be empty and hollow, no one wants to be dead inside. Then why do I? Why am I crazy and fine with being hollow and dead inside? Why am I so abnormal? I'll post some exerts from some poems that I've written on another website and maybe someone, anyone, will understand me.
~Lindsey
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