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 desperation? 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 you. But you’re tired of
waiting, tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and
everyone 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.
::::: PK ♥MâĎĎÝ :::::
