I feel alone. The type of feeling that you just want to talk to someone who understands the way you feel. The type of feeling where nothing matters anymore. The type of feeling where you feel insecure about everything. I hate that feeling. Why did we have to get born to have feelings? That’s what I ask about everyday, the feelings of jealousy, the feelings of hate, the feeling of hurt. The feeling of thinking that everything you say would be wrong and you just ending up saying sorry.
But sometimes some people can understand, it’s hard to find those kinds of people, I still haven’t found that person yet, eventually I hope I will.