I skipped yesterday.
I can't. I know people say nice things about me, they've told me nice things.
I hear it for the moment.
But it drifts away.
I remember the bad things people say.
I always remember the negative and take it to heart before any positive.
With as much of a "positive person" I come off as, I'm not.
She told me once I was the most depressed person she'd ever met.
I didn't know what to do with that.
I still don't really.
I know it's true.
I'm just s good at presenting myself as ok, happy, adjusted.
To actually know how I feel hurts me so much.
How could I ever share that pain with someone else?
I wish I knew why I was so depressed all the time.
I wish I could change it.
Fix it.
Fix me for good.
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