wishiwasalittlecool
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- Nov 10, 2025
- 16
I hate being lonely.
I hate not talking to anyone.
I hate having a bubble forced on me by society.
I hate having a close friend who has leaked everything I've told them.
I hate seeing others having fun with their friends.
I hate seeing people outside being happy.
I hate them because I hate how I can't have what they have.
I hate how the circumstances of my life led to them being there and me being here.
When I die, I hope to have fun with my grandma in heaven.
When I die, I hope I won't be lonely anymore.
When I die, I don't want to hug my body pillow and cry into it as I fall asleep as if he's the only person in my life.
When I die, I hope to feel well rested.
When I die, I don't want to be lonely.
I hate not talking to anyone.
I hate having a bubble forced on me by society.
I hate having a close friend who has leaked everything I've told them.
I hate seeing others having fun with their friends.
I hate seeing people outside being happy.
I hate them because I hate how I can't have what they have.
I hate how the circumstances of my life led to them being there and me being here.
When I die, I hope to have fun with my grandma in heaven.
When I die, I hope I won't be lonely anymore.
When I die, I don't want to hug my body pillow and cry into it as I fall asleep as if he's the only person in my life.
When I die, I hope to feel well rested.
When I die, I don't want to be lonely.