I stand here in this very spot hitting a j looking up at themoon and attempting to be optimistic about everything. Because there is no motive at all. I may break down at times like a little fucking bitch but atleast I’m man enough to admit it when I say it’s the worst kind mental pain imaginable to think your alone.
Being alone and having no one to share any experiences with and having no motivation to do anything always isn’t a good thing. It drives me crazy at times. Im not a bad person. I jusy always seem to end up with the wrong people
My heart has been broken. And for some reason I don’t feel hurt. It’s more of a numb feeling now. Something that you can always feel but could be ignored at times.