| Current mood: |  crushed |
| Current music: | mary mary-stigmata movie |
why is life such a battle?
every thing good that comes to me, always ends up leaving me more broken than beforehand, thus making it impossible to even identify happiness as time goes by.
i'm afraid that oneday i'm going to hurt so much, that i'll be blinded by my bleeding heart and actually kill myself.
every time that i get remotely close to becoming better, i'll get knocked down by someone..can't they see my pain and how everlasting it is? they say it'll be alright, and nothing lasts forever, but enevitably i know this disease is going to kill me one way or another. and then the forever statement will be true; i won't last forever and neither will the hurt, for i will be dead, ending it all.
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