cornsilkghost

I was sitting in my cupboard some days ago. Then a sandstorm came. I broke out of my cupboard and ran out. I stood in the middle of the storm. The world was breaking down around me. I love how it felt.

You know you're reading this. You know I want you now. Come save me.

I hate whoever is reading this because you're apart of mass society which makes me hate my self. I hate you because you're one of those people apart of some college clique, that always judges the pictures I put up on my facebook. I hate you because you're bubbly and exciting and you have a beautiful personality; I hate you because when you sit next to me, my natural instinct to say things is shut off; my thoughts just race through my mind and never leave my lips. No, this isn't a love letter. I hate how when I do like someone they usually don't feel the same about me and I end up transforming into an insecure, depressed creton who complains a