I like to have this illusion that everything around me is ten times better and I go onto brag about it and pretent like it's all real. It just so happens to be so convincing that ven myself starts to trust it.
I'd call that a flaw from two hundred miles away
I'm so high and I forgot how much I love to write.
Tearing at anything that will distract myself from you and the thought of you, although it's the only thing that runs throught my mind every single day just like water crashing on the shore. I didn't see this coming looking back because it was all so promising; Or at least I painted a beautiful picture of it being promising. I, again, in-failingly create impossible expectations. And now here I am listening to Macklemore over and over again, practically locking myself off from the world. Am I overreacting? Is this nothing? Am I just overthinking? I can't even tell the difference anymore. Just tired of being alone, being lonely. I'm not, but I am. Can't find people that are actually alive, that I can have an actual interesting conversation with. So tired of shallow bullshit and felling uncomfortable because of judgement. Just, please don't give up on me. That's all I ask. And yeah; I need you for the most part. And it hurts without you enough.
Roses are red, violets are blue, my name is Rachel, I suck at poems. napkin. Add me. Abuse me. I don't care anymore. I hope you have a nice day. these are my sets. this is my diary. it will probably offend/worry you enjoy creeping!