I can't find a reason to have any confidence. 

I'm a horrible person

ugly cruel heartless selfish 

I just want to hide in my bed 

i don't want to leave anymore 

Mama says i'm over emotional 

Ange just gets mad 

Dad is too busy but i know he would understand

he understands lashing out out of fear and frustration

Not having the ability to look anyone in the eyes 

having no confidence behind anything you say

when someone jabs at you even in a joking fashion it hurts

The paranoia of what's going on in another being's mind

No one to turn to,

just let me live in my bedroom 

I'm content with imagining i have all these stories to tell and a million friends that i can call up and chill with. 

that i'm actually a good person. that i don't have to take medications to function normal,

i just want to live in bed forever.

I can't handle the real world 

i rather dream.