LandOfMakeBelieve

I often think back and realize I was so much happier in the past.

I’ve ruined everything, my face (which looks like shit) my education, and my friendships.

I’m left feeling ugly, foolish, and lonely.

I am dying to be happy again, to know what it is like to be happy, I never once thought I’d lose everything in the snap of my fingers,

I hate myself every day, more and more.

And I pretend to be happy.

I guess happiness doesn’t get me anywhere but more tears and more frustration.
I wish I had someone to talk to, who was actually a nice person who cared for others.

I know I am not that person, but if anyone ever needed someone to vent to I know I would be there. Seeing others cry make me sad.

I dont know. I know ive been MIA from tumblr, my life has changed so much since last time I logged in. Inside, nothing has changed. I’m still depressed and anxious to feel happy again.