same shit. same person
trust the process, they say. im trying. but it's testing my patience, and i've only just begun.
i don't want to be bothered. don't fucking look or perceive me. this isn't the body i want. this isn't how i want to look. just give me time, please.
will i ever stop feeling this way? i hate making friends. i hate talking to them. the closer i get, the worse i become. once you realize the ugly truth, just look away.
i'm sorry for having to do what i did. but i had to do it. you're a gossiper and chaotic for my own good. in another universe, maybe. but not this one. people keep trying to fix me, change me, save me. i'd be stupid to throw all of that away for you.
i wish i wasn't a bad person. they don't know the half of it, and i don't want them to. tired of explaining myself. just let me rot in peace. but don't give up on me. not yet.