I’m tired of empty words. I’m ready for a life of unbroken promises. I’m ready to wake up

i wish you understood the battle i’m fighting within myself and the front i’m putting on, just so you think i’m okay. just so everyone thinks i’m okay. i can’t break down in front of you

they never do. i need to find someone who i don’t have to lie to, or about, to keep everyone happy.

i guess i had my hopes up too high. note to self: keep your hopes down low. my dad always said that there was no reason to be unhappy if you were doing the right thing.

you know, it’ll be your fault. because in this false-reality i am never wrong. do you understand? this may end up in places i don’t want to go.

it seems to be something i can’t control. (somewhat like my newly discovered sleepwalking/talking talents.)

if i stay where i am, nothing will change. nothing will ever get better. if i do what i want, all hell will break loose. to put it simply, i am a coward.

i still can’t say it out loud, or in this case type it without backspacing. i guess i’m ashamed.

my heartstrings are being tugged in a few directions, but that’s what i expected to happen when i started talking to you.

what if you knew, would that change how you treated everyone?

even if there’s no way of knowing where to go, i promise i’m going. because i’ve got to get out of here.

imagine being able to live and then do it over. fix your mistakes. prevent loses. save yourself & everyone else.