What is this life? Its like im seeing it thro a mirror or something that seems like it could shatter at any moment before my very eyes.
why the ******** am i always the one to come up with everything even if it was their idea, i have to plan ******** hell. Right now i just want a hug to just have someone hug me because its like i feel this hole in my stomach. I feel like im going to shatter to pieces.