I'm really really tired. Of this. And that. Of everything.
I feel like a tree stripped of it's branches. Naked and insecure.
If things aren't getting any better, then too bad. I don't want to care anymore. It's too tiring.
Why can't i be a bastard? A bastard wouldn't care about what i'm caring now, and probably wouldn't be as spent as i am now.
I don't think i can hold on anymore. And i can't hold the tears back for much longer.
Funny how i'm actually supposed to break down because of studies, when it's the least of my troubles now.
I don't see how i will be able to trust anybody now. Or have faith in anything, for that matter.
I need someone to talk to. I need someone to help me get out of this. And most of all, i need reasurrence. Loads and loads of it.
Just when i thought i was getting out of the pit.
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