The more people i see from the past, the more i realize that i was always meant to be a social exile. People who were my friends turned away to drink booze and have brief, meaningless relationships with idiots. Am I such a monster? Will there come a day when the friends i have now will have nothing to do with me? Am i mean or something?
haah, so much doubt to accommodate for. How am i supposed to act human when every person asks me while i don't smile at all? I just don't understand.
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Words written by poison hands
Hello, my name is Hemlock. I tend to write poetry and personal feeling in this journal. Your reactions are appreciated.
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