No One Listens, But He Speaks Anyway, Trailing Off Into Well Concealed Despair When He Feels The Pressure

No one listens, but he speaks anyway, trailing off into well concealed despair when he feels the pressure to be silent,

They won't listen to the near silent whispers of his voice when he longs to scream, to be loud, to be heard and to refuse to silence himself for them,

There are those people who walk behind the group, no.. there are those people who wish they had a group to walk behind,

People there to forget about them, someone to hate them, and people to argue with, for when everything seems disassociated from their thoughts,

What they need is not a friend, but an enemy. Although a friend would be nice.

The entity of reality itself disagrees.

Nothing is real.

hey i'm not a real person

I've never liked any of your posts, but now I'll like all of them out of spite.

stop liking my posts they aren't that good 😭

I am very tired.

reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay

All hail Grandfather Nurgle!

do it :3

*yells*

THE ONLY TIME PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY'RE TOLD IS WHEN YOU TRY TO REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY THEM.

stop liking my posts they aren't that good 😭