I feel that feeling way too often.
I feel that feeling way too often.
I feel sad sometimes. I know it doesn't really matter.
Don't remember why I was sad in the first place.
Keep the emotion though.
I'll lie in my bed, awake. Feel something surge in my chest.
It doesn't matter. If I indulge in my sadness, my fears, or my anger, it doesn't matter.
I'm alone in my room. I can cry as loud as I want, but I don't.
What's the point of crying, if the feeling never leaves?
What the fuck am I talking about?
Why the hell would I be sad?
My Little Pony is my happiness.
Skittle colored ponies with mental issues.
They make me happy.
Okay, seriously, what the hell am I talking about?
2014! Let's make it a great FUCKIN' year!
To the moon~
Damn, I don't think I've ever been THAT sad before. A puppy might do the trick.
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