March 2011
1 post
It's getting late.
Supposedly things get harder before they get better. I feel like I get more pessimistic by the hour.
I am getting crushed inside this shell. Too much of a coward to break through, to scared to change things about myself beyond the superficial.
I feel like I’m always waiting for you. Even after these long years I yearned for you, I still feel like everyone is more important. As stupid as...
