I tried, I suppose I wanted to make it seem simple, effortless.
I've been doing it for so long I'm starting to fool myself really.
I believe I can do it, I believe it has become so easy, I believe it doesn't hurt.
But it gets to a point where I realise how broken I am inside,
how much I'm struggling to get through, how deep in shit I am.
And all that for what? Fucking pride.
It's always the same. I don't want your pity, for what? How's that going to help me?
It can't, not at all.
They try and force feelings of pain into you. Asking how shit you feel, how they can't imagine dealing with what you deal with. But hey, they can fuck themselves. I don't want that crap.
It's bullshit. Fucking bullshit.
Let me deal with it.
Let me fucking deal with myself. Because at the end of the day. How well do they know me?
They don't. Not at all. Don't try and pass judgement on me if you don't know the whole story.