I don't get it.
It is nothing in particular. I just don't get anything now.
I don't get why I am the way I am.
The way I feel dependent on others.
I don't want to be. I want to be alone.
Not alone completely, because I think I would go crazy.
The way I become so jealous of others so easily.
The way I get so angry.
The way I start hating people I don't even know.
The way I can cry so easily.
I just... don't get people.
Or myself. And I thought that I was the only person that I have ever really known.
But I guess not.
The way I am always doubting myself.
It is nothing in particular. I just don't get anything now.
I don't get why I am the way I am.
The way I feel dependent on others.
I don't want to be. I want to be alone.
Not alone completely, because I think I would go crazy.
The way I become so jealous of others so easily.
The way I get so angry.
The way I start hating people I don't even know.
The way I can cry so easily.
I just... don't get people.
Or myself. And I thought that I was the only person that I have ever really known.
But I guess not.
The way I am always doubting myself.
