fate fell short this time

discontentment is more than a phrase; it can be a way of life.
i hate being alone and i hate being discluded and you do such a good job of making sure i am
is it fair? is it?
to leave me out? everyone else knows. stolen glances and secret laughs gives way to the truth.
something this little shouldn't matter. my mind is a magnifying glass.
everything is blown out of proportion.
i'm the sound of overdramatics and heartattacks.
im what you don't hear in the day that makes itsself louder in the night.
louder now.

so are those smiles fake? you're eyes tell otherwise.
best friends means.. best friends means..

i dont even know anymore.
loud music and long breaks couldn't come at a more perfect time.
forget this.

im so oblivious to the truth; to the real world.
have i always been so naive?
i'm done.
im done with it all.