Because. U want me to feel better. When unfortunately this feeling is nothing to short of a nightly ordeal. I get by on distactions. I get by being that nice girl who sits comfortably in the back. Just trying to not lose herself so much she can’t come back, But just enough to keep her mildly interesting. When her demons rest upon her shoulders whispering the thoughts that consent ly plague her mind. Until the solice of sleep takes her to a land that’s not real. She then wakes to repeat.