My mind is poison

" Wait a second,

Why should you care, what they think of you

When you're all alone, by yourself

Do you like you? 

Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to give it all away

You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up

You don't have to change a single thing"

My mind is like poison. I tried to plant flowers in them but they exhaust cigarette smoke. Days are bad and o levels have already started. I want to try once again but looking at the emotionally depressing questions staring right back at me ,  all i knew was that i was caught in anxiety again. 

and i don't feel like uttering a word to anyone for the rest of my lives but like a paradox, i often contradicts myself to find myself in the comfort of anyone who appreciates my presence after spending hours of not talking to anyone.

so i started to think;

-perhaps i am this pathetic. 

yet, that doesn mean i am giving up , at least not in studies. 

maybe not in humanity,

maybe not in 

myself.

But a maybe.

xx,