freakness. I am an insecure mess. Sometimes I’m tired and sick and I really don’t care about anything, but, sometimes I care too much. I wake up every day and I feel okay, but there’s someting misssing. Like a hole. Some people, they fit in life, or whatever. I don’t. I’m starting to really hate mayself, you know? But, there’s a lot of things that make your life better. Little things. Love, friendship, partying, happiness, clothes. But, we don’t feel it every day. We don’t pay attention to them.