Too bad darling, truth is nobody fucking cares.
Except the demons that accompanies you at 4:41 am.
Doesn’t that scare you? At first I thought I was just too good at pretending but
later on I wasn’t able to perform my act well. My smile falters and the words just get stuck in my throat.
Like stones stuck and I can’t breathe.
what am i supposed to do?
what i did is that I put that fake smile back and every day I die a little inside.
Pretending is much easier than knowing that nobody fucking’s care about you.