Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm dying
What about you

I realize this might sound sad or scary. It's just how my mind is. Only my friends will know what I'm truly like. I hide behind a mask a lot of the time because I'm afraid. Afraid of living. Afraid of how the world is. Afraid of losing. Afraid of who I am. I'm so afraid of who I am I put on a mask and try to hide it. I don't even know who I really am. I want to believe what my friends tell me but the voice in my head says the opposite. We all have our own demons but some people's demons never come out and say hello. I realize I'm ranting about this and you my dear reader probably don't want to read this so skip it. Some people want help fighting their demons but me I don't want pity. I want to fight mine by myself. To grow stronger. Rubis thanks for helping me. I'll ask for help when I want it. Otherwise don't try. I will always be different I get it and I'm ok with that because no one is the same.

Good bye readers. Till the next time.