• _thelonelycorner_ 10w

    Sometimes I suppose I'm happy. When I'm with my friends, throwing my head back and covering my mouth as I shake with laughter at a joke someone just made. But then the day turns to night. And my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness. I lay in bed, thinking about all the things I wish I could say, all the things I'm too afraid to admit even with only pen paper and mind. It's nights like this when I realize I am many things. I'm happy and sad, outgoing and shy, rambunctious and quiet. But mostly, I'm empty