I wonder, how many people out there are truly happy with their life?
How are these people able to control how they feel? I can barely make myself feel calm. How can I become like these people? Those people, who are seemingly happy, secretly hate themselves. They are just like me, only better at hiding it. They cry themselves to sleep. They, day after day, stare at those scars and bruises that they have caused themselves. Only I started the harm again. The pain is what I deserve. So that is why I say goodbye to those stronger people. Goodbye to the people that I love. Goodbye to the people that I hate.
Goodbye...
