(Source: seabeasts, via jasminasscrack)
Why does no one believe me when I say I’m fine? I really am fine. I’ve always been fine. I’m fine. I’m fine today and I’ll be fine tomorrow.
It really upsets me. You know, when you pretend to care about me.
I feel like I’m better off stressed and busy with life because then I have no time to care about my problems and I could just shove them all in a corner and feel okay with it for the time being.
But when I’m only mildly stressed and have a little extra time I tend to feel like I need to face my issues and deal with them instead of ignoring them and I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all.
The problem is that you never try.
Oh but I do try.
It just never is enough for you
Or for me.
I feel as if I don’t really put effort into being social sometimes and it is completely unintentional. It isn’t that I’m unhappy where I am at or anything I just don’t feel the desire or need to talk at all. Sometimes I simply feel content with saying nothing at all. I don’t want people to think anything is wrong because there is nothing wrong with me. I just don’t want to talk or say much or do anything but just exist for the moment. I know it sounds odd. I’m not antisocial. I’m not a recluse. I just like being alone to myself. I have nothing interesting to say anyway. Well I do, but it’s nothing anyone would care to listen to.
I never really say good morning anymore.
I feel myself drifting off and away from here all the time. I am always lucky as I am always catching myself before I am cast too far away. But one day I will not be so lucky and you just might not see me around anymore because I will be gone and away and far from here (and happy).