I hate people.

I really hate all of this.

I hate that some people think of me as a doll. Like I don't have any feelings.

Even if I don't really show that I'm hurt, I can be. Way too much.

This is what people don't understand. When they think of you as a lovely, nice and happy person, they'd never think of you as someone who can be sad.

Now, let's be serious - do I have ANYONE to talk with?

Do I have anyone to tell the truth?

Do I have anyone to cry out loud?

Nah.

Because I'm the one listening to others.

And it's not even their fault. Well, maybe it is.

The thing is, that I simply can't trust ANYONE anymore. Not even my own mother.

This is so sad. Really, this is just sad. Even though I was so happy just fucking yesterday, every little tiny thing destroys me. Or maybe it is even a big thing. I guess so. Maybe it hurts like hell that she's stealing my identity.

I don't know who I should pity more. Me or her.

Everything passes by so fast.

Everything feels like it's getting torn away from me.

Everything feels so empty and meaningless.

I want those colours back in my life.