It Actually Hurts So Much To No Longer Kin A Character. Like Im Not A Different Person Just Different

it actually hurts so much to no longer kin a character. Like I’m not a different person just different enough that I don’t know myself anymore

I feel like I watch life from a high hill unable to touch it. You all seem so alive and I’m just a wind that’s blusters by once and no one even feels.

just say you don't care! just say you don't want to talk to me! just be honest to me for once!

I wish someone would just k!ll me. Do it for me. Please. Ik I’m weak, Ik I deserve this

I love the way people talk amongst themselves and how trees blow in the wind. I love long car rides and deep talks with strangers. I don’t live in a different way than you so why can’t anyone accept my flavor of loving.

i will forever be the hurting child, the angry teenager and the lonely adult.