i’m just tired.
i don’t think i’m capable of putting up with everything all at the same time.
and jst when i thought that it couldn’t get any worse,
it just did.
how is it possible that the life that i’m supposed to be living is juggled between uncaring hands that threaten my sanity?
how could anyone do this.
i can’t do this.
i can’t be this.
i can’t tell you, or any of you how much it hurts.
i can’t even make you see me. and listen to what i have to say
you don’t know anything. about me.
you just expect me to deliver it the way you want it.
you shouldn’t even be anywhere near me.
and i shouldn’t even be here.
this is the biggest lie, my biggest scar.
my darkest deepest fear.
is finally my own living nightmare.
my dear cold-hearted personas.