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For people who love feeling accepted and do things that may be dumb just to. |
| Did things I wasn't 100 % percent comfortable with, and I thought I didn't care, but that was a myth. I convinced myself that what I was doing was okay, but it really wasn't by the end of the day. Felt good to feel accepted, but I was only feeling tempted. In the end, I hurt myself. I really need to work on my mental health. People pleasing is hard, But what's worse it my real feelings being in disregard. Telling people the truth on how I feel, isn't something I do, because I don't want to be viewed, as "rude". It feels as if there's water in my throat and eyes, Being swayed by the chaotic ocean tide, on a crazy ride. I know deep down I deserve more, but I just continue to self deplore, instead of explore. Wanna write out my thoughts in a certain way, forcing myself to not take breaks, and break my brain till it breaks. Poems are the only place it feels I can be vulnerable like this, And it honestly, doesn't get better than this. I'm an open book, take a look. Called sensitive, too angry, but at least I can be a crybaby, and not shy away or act shady, with my feelings. Feels like I'm always looking up at ceilings. |