Midnight
It's 2 am. I'm typing this after staring blankly into space for a long time. I'm really tired, I can barely type this but I'm so sad and I don't know why. Sometimes I really hate being me. I overthink and it makes me feel extremely alone when I overthink. I don't even know what I'm overthinking about. It's really nothing but everything at the same time. Mostly I think about how stupid I am. I think I'm doing things wrongly. I need to be a mean cold bitch who doesn't get emotional at all. Everything I care about is stupid.
I might regret this tomorrow, but sod it.
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