WARNING: This post isn't pretty and I won't be able to apologize for it later. If you think the truth may hurt, don't read this.
I feel so mad...
I feel so angry...
I feel so calloused...
so lost, confused...
I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of other people hurting. I'm really tired of hurting others or them hurting me. I can deal with the hurt. I can keep it all inside and put on a bright smile and never let you know I'm dying inside. When I hurt you, I can tell. Sometimes, I'm even mean enough to do it on purpose. Isn't that just horrid? Sometimes I feel like me being nice or sweet is just an act I put on to get others to like me. Why? Because deep down inside I know I'm just a stupid girl who doesn't deserve your friendship. I don't deserve to be happy at all. Maybe I could cut myself off, but I'm too afraid of hurting you or being alone.
I'm so scared of finding out no one really cares about me, that maybe you are just trying to make me happy by humoring me. I hate this side of me. So many fake facets, lies, secrets, and hurt. So much hurt. But... I'll try my best not to hurt anymore. You or me. I've done so much damage that I don't think anything can repair it. The hurt I've caused in you was NOT intentional and I never meant for you to know that I was hurt anyway. I feel like I can hardly trust anyone with the way I feel anymore because telling them makes it get back to others and them there's hurt. I can't ask for forgiveness and I should be forced to face this shame as punishment. But I can change my ways so that one day I can accept to myself a good friend. Right now? I feel about like a piece of shit.
Que sara, sara, ne? It's sad that I started this note out to one person, yet easily it is an explanation for at least 4 people I've hurt lately. It all fits for all of you, and that is a sad sad thing. Maybe I can become someone smarter one day and stop this crap. I won't be so damned stupid and could see situations for what they really are. I feel so blind. My head really hurts. My heart is very very heavy. I feel so cynical. Maybe one day I won't have to live in the shadows of the fantasy worlds in my head. Maybe one day I can be myself, too. And maybe, just maybe, then the hurt will all stop. I don't even have the guts to say I'm sorry. But I am. I truly truly am. Don't you dare forgive me.
I feel so cheap,
so used, unfaithful,
Let's start over...
Let's start over...