January 16th, 2016
I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel bad about. I don’t know how to be true to my heart and true to myself.
What do they say, “fake ’til you make it”? I went out last night because I can’t stand to be alone in the car every night. It’s nice just to be somewhere the lights are on. It’s nice to be around people who don’t know me.
I went home with someone. I shouldn’t feel bad about it. I shouldn’t feel anything. I’m sure she doesn’t.
And I know she doesn’t.
But how do you just stop feeling… what’s inside you? And why does being with other people just feel like a different way to be alone?
