The buttons on my phone are worn thin, I don't think that I knew the chaos I was getting in.

i am so naive: thinking i was special. when in reailty; i was just another girl whose tried and failed.
i am so torn: between what i think and how i feel. i know my head should win, but it never stands a chance.
i am so tired: it takes alot to care for someone like i do you, and get nothing in return but fibs and little white lies.
i am unable: to stop what i do, how i am, and how i view things in life just because i know it's all wrong; to take control of my emotions and hide them from the world just because i know it won't change anything; to be happy with myself, to be optimistic, to look on that fucking bright side,
simply because you think it will make me better.
you are so unlike me...

feelings are feelings.
no matter how strong they are,
no matter often you feel them,
no matter if you feel the same.
everyone has them.
just try to understand.