Two years ago, we fell in love in October. Last year, October passed me by. Now What?
“Sometimes I feel like I'm just waiting for something that will never happen," he said. "Like I'm just existing from day to day but will never really matter. I get up in the morning because I have to, because I have to do something or I'm just wasting space, or because if I don't answer the phone my dad will be alone. But it's an effort, it takes work. I have to tell myself, every day, get up. Get up, do this, move like this, talk to people, be normal, try to be social, be nice, be patient. On the inside I just feel like, I don't know, nothing. Like I'm just an algorithm that someone put in place.”
- Olivie Blake
And I'm scared but I don't wanna show it, feels like it's been weeks but it's only been days and I'm slowly losing all my self control.
I remember that since I was young, the adjective "popular" was never given to me. This condition provided security until it became unpopular.