ROBOT.

I wish that I could sort out my thoughts. My head and heart are working together in chaos against me. I want to walk away, leave this all behind, and not need these people. I want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world that I am never going to fit into. I am tired of fighting the good fight but I know that if I give up if I give in I become one of them I'll hate it and they'll win. So sick of copying and pasting my thoughts I need a new idea, new direction. Let’s run away.