Losing Sanity

”I know you think that I’m heartless.

I know you think that I’m cold.

I’m just protecting my innocence.

I’m just protecting my soul.”

-from Sam Smith’s Too Good at Goodbyes

One morning, I wake up and the first thing I find is bad news about me.

See? That’s what you get for being so cocky.

…I know.

I wonder, how long before you’re completely separated from everyone, hm? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Minutes—?

You already know, don’t you? No point in asking me that.

It doesn’t matter what you do, no one will accept you for who you are. I keep telling you over and over again; you know I’m always right. Why bother fighting against the inevitable?

Because I hate it! I just want people to accept me for WHO I am, not WHAT I am…!

Well, it worked out terribly in the end, didn’t it.

…!

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The reason it looks weird on the bottom is because I cut it off to paste in an old notebook of mine.