Yeah,I love him.

Shit happens.

Everyone says that they are lost.
I'm not lost.
I know exactly where I am.
I just HATE it here.

The world sucks.

Because I need to feel something other than this emptiness.

My whole world.

I know I'm dead on the surface but I'm screaming underneath.

You know that feeling? When you're just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desesperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. But no one's going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix. But you're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and every one else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping. And you're still wishing. And you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes.
You're fighting.

You've got bad news written all over you.

There is a difference between giving up, and know when you had enough.

I tried to be perfect.

I'm just tired. I'm tired of waking up to the same routine everyday, seeing the same people, it's getting old. I'm tired of waking up alone and cold. Pushing myself to get out of bed. "I'm tired". That's my excuse.