Wonder why this blog sound so emo?

Because I only blog when I'm emo.

Everything felt so shallow. On the surface you say,"Haha I'm fine I'm so happy."

Inside it's the insecurity that's you eating up.

You want people to talk to you. But you have nothing to tell.

You want people to pay attention to you. But they're always busy with other things.

You want people to spend more time with you. But they bid you goodbye at the most unexpected time.

You don't really wanna tell anyone of how you really feel. Because people will get angry. Because you think it's enough of the attention people spared you of, although it's not satisfying for you.

You hate hormone disorders.