Why am I making this hard on myself when I have so many reasons to be happy?
I can't explain the reasons why I've been feeling a lot of hate lately, a lot of jealousy, envy and moody ways. Where's the love? Why do I feel more lonely than I should? I branch out, but immediately snap back into place, not wanting anyone to know they've made me sad or that I need them to be normal around me. Awkwardness has taken place in too many of my everyday situations, and I hate it. I allow this to happen, but so did they. They're not trying, so why should I? I don't need people like that, but I can't hide the fact that they still have an effect on me. Damn them, damn me.