I tend not to tell ppl anything about myself because I figure they won’t get it. Not even family.
I pour out my heart and always end up drying up the pieces alone. Go figure. But it’s cool though. *shrugs *
When you’ve lived the life I have you get used to the disappointments, heartaches, and the heart breaks.
When it heals I just get prepared till it gets broken again or till I remember something that shatters it.
I must say it’s a pretty strong heart cause its had it’s fair share of bruises.
It’s hard. It’s very hard. Everyday I get up, it’s very hard.
My happiest moments are when I’m distracted. It sucks to be alone.
The sound of loneliness is depressing and terrifying. Hear these sounds daily. *shrugs*
Whenever I venture out and decide to open up, ppl think I’m weird and possibly crazy. Even a b! *@# I’m sure. They always see my reaction and chastise me but never see the role they play.
I’ll never really say anything to them so I guess I’ll continue being alone and scared with each of these pieces of my broken heart.
There should always be a bright side…