I keep telling myself I’m done. I’m done trying to smile because no one asks why I frown. I am done crying over people who stopped caring a long time ago. I’m done believing the lies. Most importantly I am done falling for people, because I know they won’t want me back. I have been living with this false hope for to long. I was meant to be a lone wolf, the outsider, the weird girl who sits in the corner talking to herself. I am never going to change. There may be days where people pretend they care, but a day only lasts so long. I always end up alone, letting the tears fall to me already soaked and tear stained pillow. For once I want to feel wanted. I want to feel like someone actually cares. I don’t want look over my shoulder anymore.