Fuck this

I couldn't sleep last night. It felt like the walls in my room were trying to smother me. When I say I didn't sleep I literally mean I didn't sleep. I feel like I'm starting to lose it. I need to go home. I need to leave. I'm grateful for what I have but I'm starting to not care. I need something or somebody. I do n't know what. I know I need to sleep. Maybe that's why I'm feeling like this. But it's a feeling I can't shake. Everybody has left or is leaving. I have about 5 people really in my life now. I'm sure I'll erase this later. But maybe not. Maybe it's not such a bad thing to say not everything is ok. Maybe it's okay to say that some people have really fucked me over and I'm not ok with it. Maybe it's okay to say that it sucks to feel like a stranger around people that used to care. Maybe it's okay to say that I really hate some of you. I tried to say sorry but I'm done not being good enough because at least I'm good enough for a couple of people. You all know what you did. You turned your back, and that's cool because it's not your problem...but at least own up to it.