Sometimes I forget why I hate most people.
But then I look on Facebook.
And remember that my literally my whole friends list is a lie.
And that I’m always going to feel left out, and insecure.
Angry. Sad. Hurt.
No wonder it is called Facebook.
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These are my silent shouts. Tip me over, and let me pour them out. This is just things I need to get off my chest, even if no one can see them. This is a personal blog of just little things that begin to eat away at me. And a bit of art that I want on a more personal blog. there even may be some things that make me smile from time to time. I guess this is my more soft spoken and serious blog. Maybe. ♔
