*sans titre.··

*i can actually say i've never been happy. never. i may not know what happy or happiness means or feels like but i can say i know what it doesn't feel like. i'm such a goOd lier i can portrait it impecably. but i eventually get tired and start acting like a bitch without nobody knowing why. i just feel like i don't want to bother others with my issues if i don't quite know [which] are those issues. ··probably, i'm not making any sense, but hey, what the hell, it's my fuckin blOg and i write whatever the fuck i want. i just don't want to go back on being the chick who doesn't care, who does things her way without caring about her surroundings. i want to care. i want to make things dif'rent this time. but it's like... people are so shitty they don't deserve me being merciful. i thought i wanted a something. now i have it, and now i know i don't really want it. i just want to stop crying whitout knowing why. i've had it all, yet i feel like i have nothing.

·i feel like i don't exist·