Nobody Was Meant to See

Note: I'd like to apologize

I'd like to apologize for misleading you all. My issues are non-important, and most likely made up by my mind. I honestly believe that my subconscious just made up all of my problems so that I could gain attention, and I apologize for that. Along with that, most of these poems are probably over-exaggerated, and have led you to believe things are worse then they are. I cannot cry, nor do I feel such strong hate towards myself but more of a strong dislike, since my emotions have usually been vacant. And though I do self-harm in a few different ways, I have probably made it out to be a lot it be worse than it is. I've probably made everything out it be worse than it is actually. And I'm really really really sorry for that. Honestly I don't really know myself anymore, and I can't tell emotionally how bad or good things are except for little signs. Like some days when I'm too tired or I can't do anything but stare at a wall and some days I'm not hungry. Or on days when I just feel lighter and a smile and laughter isn't forced I know I'm happier.  Many of you wonderful readers have been concerned about me, and I apologize for making any of you worry. I'm truly sorry.