swimming in a fishbowl

you-r-a-radar-detector:

Every so often I have one of these nights.

Where I wish to be alone but want the comfort of someone with me.

Where I just curl up into a ball and think about all the things wrong with the world that I constantly hear about and dismiss, day to day. 

I try not to think about sad things often so I guess it builds up.

I’m sorry tumblr world, for being just another kid who “feels too much and needs to share it all.”

I hate myself for this but I’d hate myself more for bottling it up.