People keep asking me how I'm doing. Like they care. You don't. Like they think they can help. You can't. Like they think I cant wait to tell them. I tried. Before it was hard. You let me do it alone. Somethings you don't have to ask. You just know and you can see it regardless. And so it's hard sometimes. To keep it all in and to keep them all out. As you stay in one piece and remain in control. So I don't want to say how I'm doing. I don't need your help. I've gotten this far alone so I think I can keep going without you. I've let go of you all.
I tried. I tried longer than I should have. I gave everything I had. And somehow it wasn't enough for you all. You still want to know how I feel?
I feel nothing for you. You are all trash. Your animals I hope you eat each other alive.
Fuck you all.
Tomorrow will be a good day I know it will be. There's hope. I don't see it yet. But I know it.
I'll carve it out myself.
I should take my own advice.
This is a happy post.
You wont hurt me anymore. Starting today.
"Not today"
Words to live by
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