i wish i could have stayed, my whole life would be different now.

but i would have felt like a coward if i did.

so what the fuck does that mean?

why can't i be brave and try new things and also have people around me who love me?

i mean, who i feel comfortable around and never worry with.

right now i wish i could sleep forever and ever and ever.

even my nightmares are better than this.

the strangest part is that i feel this almost uncontrollable rage right now.

that can't be right, can it?

feeling completely unimportant is enough to make my skin feel like it's falling off.