Haunting me like a spell like that fucking entity sitting on my shoulders. Causing sub concious cramps and aches from the dead - low vibrational energies that stem from that dead weight.
that kind of stomach turning I-Hope-This-Ends-Soon-I'm-Tired-of-Feeling-Like-This
"Am I going to puke?"
Shit. I'm tired of feeling like this.
I'm tired of trying to measure up and be liked. I'm tired of being the odd ball in the room and the one that just wants to fit in , the one that craves the attention - then runs away from the stares.
Fucking contradictions.
Labels.
So much easier just to be.
So much easier just to be,
me.
