Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
8:52 PM
Sometimes I just feel like giving up. This life is like solo. I don't even remember the times when I had true friends. I miss those days when I was free and happy. This is killing me. And when I look at myself, I'm amazed at how well I'm living my life right now. Acting like nothing's wrong, moving on, hurting inside, walking past faces I used to know.