"I couldn’t help but notice you noticing me noticing you noticing my sweet-ass shoes in the new Smash Bros. game!"
GalaXy 2 GalaXy, 2014.
Rise High, Night Skies, 2014.
Now I’m the one being fake.
Pretending that it’s okay and that I’m happy.
I don’t know what to do.
Maybe I should stop going.
Because I know now that I’m the only one suffering about this still.
And I hate this kind of life. I’m really doing nothing with it. I’m not talented like you. I don’t have your charm or looks. Maybe I should feed my ego too, will that help me feel better? I really don’t want to wake up anymore. I’m sick of telling people “oh I’m good” when they greet me. Really lost.