it's not that i'm sick i just cant process my thoughts at the moment and if you could leave me alone i'd appreciate it. it's not that i'm scared i just dont feel like attempting to be someone i'm not. it's not that i'm tired i just dont feel like trying.

i hate the things i do, and i hate the noise around me. i hate the way you tell me to stop being sad, as if i could put a smile on my face and my depression would be gone. i hate the way i used to care.

i'm fine. i'm just tired. nothing's  wrong. it's okay. i'm not sad. i just have a headache. leave me alone.

i would tell you to stop lying to me, but that would make me a hypocrite, wouldn't it?

maybe i'm not scared of the dark, i'm scared of whats in it. maybe i'm not afraid of heights, i'm afraid of falling. maybe i'm not afraid of my mind, i'm afraid of my thoughts that lurk within.

i hate not being able to sleep. most insomniacs hate thinking, because their thoughts scare them. yet, they have constant thoughts running through their minds, to where they can't sleep. because the world wants to blame us for it's insignificance.

and maybe it's just me making myself sad, but i believe i shouldn't be trying to make myself happy just to appear normal.

happiness is a waste of time, and who wants to be normal?

human beings are social animals, and the tenor of our social life is one of the most important influences on our mental health. without positive, durable relationships, both our minds and our bodies fall apart.

i just need to cover up my tears, put a smile on my face, and hold my head high until my mind falls apart.

there's a thin line between trying and giving up. and i've already given up, so what's the point?