Honestly. . .
I hate being forced to be this
To be honest, I hate being me
If you put me into a room with over one hundred other people, I'd want to be them and not me.
All my life, I've felt like this.
I've never wanted to be me.
Instead I've wanted to just die and be someone else.
I want to run away.
I want to be somewhere else.
I want to go.
I can't be there.
When he says he loves me, I don't know if I believe him.
I love him. He's something I need.
But what do I do when my brain tells me I love other people too?
I want to be myself but not by myself.
Dead
That's what should be me.
Dark enough to see fireworks.
Bright enough to grow flowers.
Am I the only one who feels like this?
See you in the next one
-A.E.T.
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