★ Emission 15
I feel like my life is 'empty', and I have no idea how to explain, but that's not needed. Who cares anyway, if I were to think realistically.
Things didn't work out between him and I. He's out there with the one that I know I can never, ever measure up to.
I can never do my makeup like her.
I don't have a beautiful smile like she does.
I don't have glossy hair like she does.
I don't have plump lips like she does.
I'm not as tall as her.
I'm not as rich as her.
I don't have that many friends like she does.
I don't have a broad fashion sense like she does.
I scare people away, out of my life because of the conflicts I have within myself, which need to be fixed, but it isn't easy.
I hate living with the illness that can only be managed, never cured.
I'm tired of trying.
I'm tired of feeling left out.
I'm tired of constantly trying to numb my sorrows.
I apologise too much.
I care way too much, and
I'm probably the most bitter person in this world, idk.
But all I now know is:
I'm absolutely exhausted.