I can't live with this kind of thinking i go through everyday. i've cried a
lot more times this week than i can remember for reasons
only a fool would think twice about. sometimes i just need to
vent it all out. there are tough situations i'm afraid to face, people i yearn to talk to
ease my worries.
yet, it seems that all i'm doing is nothing more than a wasted exercise, tears shed.
outright breaking down, but when i get back to myself, to look
up, and pretend to be fine, i start to believe that i am.
making myself believe it, that there are things i can do without in this life,
at least, not for now. but there's no hiding the truth to myself.
I. lack. courage.and perhaps it's something i will look for.