Happy pride

Sincerely, fuck you.

What’s even real anymore.

Give me one reason…..

Poetically sad people are those who walk around with a bright smile and positive mindset but cry themselves to sleep and hyper fixate on things that one but them ever notices. They offer help but never ask. They give the best advice but never actually take their own.

I’m tired. Not sleepy, fatigued, burnt out, or stressed. I’m tired, the kind of tired that most people would never understand.

Sometimes it’s what you didn’t say that hurt the most. I needed to hear those words from someone I loved. Now we are strangers.

Does anybody really know how the fuck life goes…