Venting.
No one gets it. No one knows how I feel. I’m getting sick of playing shit off. Putting on a front gets tiring especially when I’m literally never really happy. No one knows what I’m going through, what the hole in my heart feels like, what the pit in my stomach feels like. No one even knows what’s really going on. I look forward to going home to cry. Who looks forward to crying? This shit is fucked. I can’t hold it all in much longer.
