Subtlety Drugged

People always think i don't know what's going on, that i couldn't care less about my surroundings. But really, i observe a lot. I know everything that's going on around me, i know why people do or say certain things t me. I just choose not t say anything because it's always better that way.

Im not scared any longer. There always comes a time when your drug wears out, when you're so vulnerable t th world. When you look up t th sky and only see hands reaching down t break you. And yknow you're not strong enough. We all wanna believe we are one way or another, but truth is there's just so much we all put up w befr every part of us break down and there we stand. Broken bones, shattered heart, down t th core with no values left, absolutely nth left except for sins. That's a word i've never used in quite awhile, but if not sins, then what? I've never believed in regrets, and neither do i have any.

When you're already broken, and realise how people cognizant but still treat you only t their advantage, you start t ponder what th fuckin' world has become. Or more so, what've people made it t be? My mind's literally a wreck and i don't even feel th need t talk about it because situation's always gonna be th same. Where do i even fuckin' begin.

But honestly, im really not going t list down what's been happening. I really think it'll help me, but i just don't feel like posting it here, for everyone t see. Only so people could ask me whether im fine just cause they're curious, only so people could try t break me down even more, only so people could judge. And eventhough i don't give a fuck what anyone thinks, im not giving up this privilege.