moonspace. (my lonely corner)
TW just in case.
hi,
this is just my new diary thread. :') …i was going to write an introduction and then a paragraph or two about why im making this new space until i realised i’m not a person worth knowing anyways, and nothing i say would actually matter. now that i think about it most of what i'd write would be pathetic.
*i’m doing it again - being pathetic. ugh.* anyways… there is just one note i’d like to add here… please, no replies 💜 unless i have tagged you somewhere in this space. i probably won’t be tagging anyone right now though.
this is just my new corner. my lonely space.
thanks for reading :')
- ni.
that’s what it looks like. strings of regret. nothing else. eventually we get sick of ourself and of everything. so many things become regrets. it never leaves you, it follows you everywhere.
at this point it's safe to say i'll be a disappointment to them. a huge disappointment. one kid went right, the other turned out ***. me. the *** one
oh well
she keeps turning to me as if i know something about the matter. i don't. i'm happy, but i'm sick, because i know it's not real. i'm sick, i always feel this way.
then i'm not happy, it's not happy, it's sick
no
wait
***
i keep talking about things so vaguely. i don’t want to say what it is. it's easier to be vague as ***
anyway…
