I Feel Like A Big Faker Because

She Wasn't Bitter. She Was Sad, Though. But It Was A Hopeful Kind Of Sad. The Kind Of Sad That Just Takes Time.

I Don’t Know If You’ve Ever Felt Like That. That You Wanted To Sleep For A Thousand Years. Or Just Not Exist. Or Just Not Be Aware That You Do Exist. Or Something Like That. I Think Wanting That Is Very Morbid, But I Want It When I Get Like This. That’s Why I’m Trying Not To Think. I Just Want It All To Stop Spinning.

I Wanted To Laugh. Or Maybe Get Mad. Or Maybe Shrug At How Strange Everyone Was, Especially Me.

There Are Rules You Follow Here Not Because You Want To, But Because You Have To.

My Dad Said I Did The Right Thing. I Hope I Did, But It's Hard To Tell Sometimes.