I'm pretty lonley.
I'm like lonley as fuck.
But that wasn't really a problem for me.
I liked being lonley,
I hated being in crowded rooms.
I hated to talk to others.
I hated humans.
But then everything changed.
But then you came.
And you, you changed fucking everything about me.
I started wearing things I hate, just for you.
Because you liked them.
I started putting on makeup, just for you.
Because you liked it.
I started being louder and happier, just for you.
Because you liked it.
I started wearing my hair open, just for you.
Because you liked it.
But you never chanaged your mind.
But you never started liking me back.
So now, I'm lonley.
Because my old friends hate me, because I changed for you.
And I never got new friends, because I changed for you.
And that was the time I realised, that I hated being lonley.
That it wasthe worst of all feelings.
That being lonley destroys a person so fucking much.
Destroyed me so fucking much.
Because even though I tried, I faild every single time.
Even though I never gave up, I failed every single time.
I never made friends,
Nobody ever has fallen for me,
Even my family doesn't want me to be in their live.
So I'm unloved.
Lonley.
And being lonley sucks.