Being honest is as hard as telling the world i love power rangers

I might have a lot to say,
or maybe nothing at all.
I'm trying to do the right thing here,
but no one told me it was going to be easy.
I'm not expecting anything,
but anything could be something.
It's like i'm having these hopes,
which i'm attempting to squash.
This is so hard,
it's like trying to play scissors-paper-stone with yourself.
I'm trying not to be the person everyone hated,
I'm trying to hang up everything into my closet,
I'm trying to forget about everything,
but i'm still holding on some moments and memories.
I hate lying to myself,
that's all I've been doing all this while.
How is this fair?
Am I always to forgo my own desire,
just to do the right thing?
I don't know if i can keep this act together any longer.

I just don't want to feel anymore.



i'm still the emo i always was. I have to stop staying up past midnight. I need to stop listening to emo songs.I just need some time.