So yeah, the start of new year are not that great for me. Actually, that was an understatement.
The start of new year was actually so fucked up, I don't even know where to begin to pick myself up again.
Can you hear that unidentified sound? Yeah, that's the sound of me smashing my head on the wall. It's a miracle that it has not crack open yet. T__T
Am I really so laid back that I came across as a person who does not fucking care about anything?
*take a deep breath*
Dude, I do feel pain. I am just better at hiding it than most people. Called me guarded or whatever. It just how I operated.
Dude, I fucking bleed. I am just better at bandaging it up and act as if it will not leave a scar. It fucking will. I just don't want you to be worried.
Dude, I do get mad. It just that I know how fucking ugly I can be if I do. This fucking journal is a proof for that. So I'm sorry.
Dude, I do have a heart. It just that I keep it in a glass tank so when it does break, I will not miss any of the pieces so that I can be whole again.
Dude, I do crave happiness. I am human. If I am to be blamed for that, screw you. Oh wait, you already did.
Dude, bottom line is, I.FUCKING.CARE.
I have made my decision so you know what your next course of action is. Best of luck.