just a sad song, with nothing to say

I guess it's only fair. I guess I deserve this. I deserve to feel like shit when all I do is make people around me feel the same. Because that's what I do. I hurt people and they get away. I hurt people and they leave me. And then I am alone. And I guess I deserve this.
Sometimes I just wake up and feel so empty. Empty because I am lonely even when I am not alone. Empty because I feel worthless even though I have value. Empty because I am so much and I am seen as so little. 
Today was one of these days. I woke up and then I... just was. I just stood here, all alone, wanting to do stuff but not doing them. Just looking at the time passing by, wasting it and throwing it away. So I just sit here, on my phone, looking at the same things, waiting I guess. For what? I don't know, maybe for someone to talk with me, maybe for someone to show me they care. Because today I feel like nobody cares about me. And if nobody cares why should I? Why should I eat? Why should I sleep? Why should I be nice? I don't care if nobody does. 
Because my friend asks me if I'm okay and I say that I don't know, I'm just having a 'meh' day, and they don't even show a single ounce of sympathy. I call another friend on the verge of tears, looking for someone to hang out, but they already have plans, and who am I to ask for them to cancel them, just because I don't know how I am feeling?
So here I am. Writing this shit, knowing no one that matters to me will read it. And if they do, they won't do anything. 
Oh well. Tomorrow's another day I guess.

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