People always lie

Ibland behövs maskering, ibland metaforer och ibland behöver man stänga ner.

Jag vill så desperat vara en människa med ett skimmer runt mig, vill så desperat smitta alla med glädje. Jag kommer aldrig att vara den, kommer aldrig att vara någon, kommer aldrig mer att vara den enda. I en värld av fantasi skapades en pessimist.

Glimtar av självkänsla. Glimtar av hat. Nätter av drunknande. Mina byggstenar är sex men de är för få.

Drowning is the only freedom of the soul.

Bitches be crazy he says with a smirk, shut up you're a fucking jerk. He continues to tell us about women and men and how men just don't understand and that's their flaw. I don't have the energy to fight about it but tells myself that this can't be accepted as law. People are different, I don't know much about genetic differences but I know this; we are all unique and no one I know is the same as the other. So why we divide up people in two kinds, why do we even bother? And when I tell them what she might mean, they say they know. They know even though they are men. They be crazy yo.

There's a fine line between what you think and what you know. Maybe someday you'll listen when your gut tells you so. You're mentally stable yet stably unable to trust. How did we come to this and where is my pen?

I find myself liking this place. Not because I feel better about myself, trying to be more. Not because I get to laugh and cry in public, without anyone asking about it. But because I'm lonely. And I was always ment to be alone.

Att något som oss kan ta slut har jag fortfarande inte förstått. Hur kan en vänskap, en kärlek så stor gå sönder? Hur kan en människa som du finnas och hur ska jag kunna se dig försvinna ur mitt liv? Jag vill hålla kvar dig här, men jag vet att du behöver frihet, och jag är inte det.

Vad betyder väl ens de vackraste orden när de delas med flera?