Love is unique.
There is no one way of describing it. Love brings happiness but also pain and suffering. Love brings out the bad in everything but only so those bad things can eventually be loved.
No one knows.
I have a tendency to cry whenever I am alone and locked up in my room. I cry for hours and no one would know. My parents I bet don’t even know what I’ve been going through and what they’ve put me through. They don’t know the reasons why I cry. It could be because of my relationship problems or because of them. My family definitely doesn’t know about what had happen in my past. If they did they’d probably lock me up and put bubble wrap all over me. I don’t know what to do…
I am trying so hard…
I keep trying to not give up…but it’s killing me slowly. Can’t I just leave and never come back?
Too stupid. Too fucking stupid.
YOU are the freaking reason I am alive and YOU are the reason why I don’t want to be alive.