I Don't Even Know Who's Really Following Me Anymore. All These Bots After Twittards Had A Meltdown.

I don't even know who's really following me anymore. All these bots after Twittards had a meltdown.

Twenty one years and I am still here,

Learning to let go

Of people.

Making lame excuses to stay,

Watching them hurting me through the internet.

i am pathologically homesick for the lives i could have lived

Overthinking the idea of “unrequited love”.

I don't like people coming over.

My heart feels uneasy

My safe haven, invaded, judged, torn apart-

Your mind sparks my curiosity,

Do you judge me for being a mess inside my haven?

I am uneasy

Discarded memories, come haunting me.

Fools stay ignorant,

I am one,

Yet i am not a fool.

~ awatre