I really don’t know what the fuck it is that I want to say.
Maybe that I’m not happy, and I’m not ready to face whatever it is that’s tearing me apart.
I don’t mean to be melodramatic, and I don’t mean to say that I have it bad.
Because I don’t, everything is just great.
I am just unable to feel good.
It’s like I can feel everything crumbling and falling apart around me.
And I know tomorrow when I wake up, you won’t necessarily be there.
Maybe that I’m not happy, and I’m not ready to face whatever it is that’s tearing me apart.
I don’t mean to be melodramatic, and I don’t mean to say that I have it bad.
Because I don’t, everything is just great.
I am just unable to feel good.
It’s like I can feel everything crumbling and falling apart around me.
And I know tomorrow when I wake up, you won’t necessarily be there.
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